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“Boys are you sure about this?” I doubtfully asked.

Evan cleared his more mature voice, and responded. “Serena, we’re old enough to do this. Besides, you and mom already took care of us enough after all these years.”

“I know, but why don’t you at least let me pay for the apartment. I don’t mind.” “Sis, as much as we appreciate it, we can do this without your help. We already paid for the first month’s rent.” Ethan proclaimed. I threw my hands up into the air, and gave up. I wanted to help my little brothers out as they entered the crucial real world. However, they were grown men who didn’t need their sister’s help. Tears started to slip down my cheek as I recalled the twins first moments.

“I just can’t believe how all grown up both of you are. Dad would be so proud of you right now. Both of you have stable jobs and your own apartment.” I said while sobbing.

“Sis, don’t cry.” Evan wrapped his arms around me, trying to sooth me. “We’ll visit every weekend.”

“You better, but I’m still not sure about that neighbourhood.”

“Not all of us were given a hefty fortune.” Ethan mocked. I laughed and gently tapped him on his shoulder, “Let me at least buy you some decent furniture.”

In sync, they both replied, “No!” I smiled and watched them carry their boxes down to the car. They used to be the terrors that hid my car keys, and now, they’re going to soon drive off in their own car. I was genuinely proud of my younger brothers. Evan got a job down at the hospital. He wants to follow in our parents footsteps. Ethan on the other hand, dipped into his culinary arts side. He got a job down at the bistro, aspiring to become a chef.

The whole family bid their farewells as the twins started to leave. Mom was balling her eyes out, trying to get them to stay. But, they were both stubborn and persistent, just like dad used to be. They were really focused on starting their own lives, and I couldn’t be any prouder of them. Timothy helped with loading the truck with their moving boxes. They both got into the truck and started to drive off. I waved as they drove down the hill into the city. Ethan and Evan drove off as young men, ready to take on the world. I turned my head to see mom watching them as well. She had down it once before, when Gaby moved out. I let out a sigh, as I realized I wouldn’t be able to do the same. I wouldn’t be able to bid my kids away as they leave the nest. It was a chapter of life I wouldn’t be able to experience.

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Chloe stood in front of the floor length mirror in her bedroom draped in white satin. She gently applied her makeup, as mom and I watched her. The day finally arrived when Chloe would soon marry her long time boyfriend.  Keith Nicks was a well established businessman. By the age of twenty five, he had already made a million dollars with his internet company that went viral. When the company Chloe worked for bought his, Keith was transferred to Sunset Valley where he worked alongside Chloe. The two began a romantic relationship, and decided to marry after years of being together.

“I need something blue. I don’t have anything blue!” She hissed. Chloe was a perfectionist, and more of a bridezilla than I ever was. “Calm down Chloe, you’re sweating bullets!” I retorted.

Chloe’s jaw dropped. “I can’t have sweat stains on my wedding day!” Mom gave me a dirty look as I was messing with Chloe’s head. I slightly giggled at her short tempered fits.

“Don’t worry sweetie, you look absolutely gorgeous.” Mom tried to calm her down. “Were the flowers dropped off at the beach, and did the cater arrive there yet?” She was demanding answers to all of her bridal questions. As I was her maid of honour, these were all my responsibilities.

“The flowers arrived at the wedding reception a bit past ten. The florists set them up as to your instructions and the cater called half an hour ago confirming his arrival. Everything is going to plan Chloe.”

It seemed like a weight was lifted off of my sister’s shoulders as she began to calm down. Mom began to shed her uncontrollable tears. “I just can’t believe this day is actually happening. I thought you would never marry. You were so occupied with that job of yours.”

“Mom, I am the Vice-President of an international corporation, of course I had no time to marry.” Chloe responded in a sarcastic tone.

“Well that is changing today, isn’t it?” Mom claimed.

We all let out a relieving laugh. None of us believed Chloe was ever going to marry. She was just so thrown into her career that we thought she didn’t care for a husband. But now, like mom said, she was getting married! Mom pulled out a tissue and wiped the tears that fell from her eyes.

“I just wish your father was the one to walk you down the aisle.” We all started to get a little emotional.

Chloe got closer to mom and gently clutched her hand. “Speaking of which, mom, would you do me the honours of walking your daughter down the aisle.”

Mom’s jaw dropped in surprise. She quickly wrapped her arms around Chloe, and responded. “Oh yes! I’m so happy!” Their hug lasted a brief second, as Chloe quickly pushed mom away.

“Mom, you’re wrinkling my dress!” She backed away, and apologized, still with a beaming smile.

The wedding ceremony took place right before sundown on the beach. Chloe and Keith rented a secluded area of the beach just for their wedding. The two stood under the wedding arch with close family and friends looking on. It was a beautiful ceremony, and very touching as they recited their vows. The two love birds promised to love each other for the rest of their united lives. The ceremony brought tears to everyone in attendance. Once it was over, everyone made their way over to the giant tent where the reception was taking place. We all had a wonderful time that night!

Weeks later the inevitable happened. I was making breakfast for the newly expanded family. Seeing as there was plenty of room in the mansion, Chloe and Keith decided to stay until they found a home they truly loved. As I flipped the pancakes, and filled the glassed with orange juice, I realized mom still hadn’t woken up. Usually, she’s the first one up in the morning, either painting at her easel, or reading the morning paper. I called out to her from the kitchen, but there was no response. As I finished making the pancakes, I started to grow worrisome. It wasn’t normal of her to sleep past ten. But, she did have a few hectic weeks with the planning of the wedding and all. She was probably just more tired than usual in her old age.

I left the pancakes to cool off on the counter, and made my way to mom’s bedroom. I knocked on the wooden door, but there was no response. I gently held the brass door knob and pushed the door open. Mom was still in bed, fast asleep. I slowly made my way over to her. She seemed peaceful in her sleep. But, as I gazed at her, I realized something was different. I stood to her bedside, and gently shook her as to wake her up from her deep sleep. But nothing happened. I took in a deep breath, and whispered in her ear,

“Mom, mom, mom wake up. Wake up, mom. It’s me Serena.”

My heart sank as I brought my finger to the side of her neck. There was no pulse, and no trace of a heart beat. I started to breath heavily as I realized mom passed away in her sleep.

I hollered for Timothy and Chloe. They quickly ran into the room as the transformation occurred. I held myself up, and cried, as mom’s spirit rose from her body and joined the angel of death. Timothy wrapped his arms around me, as Keith did the same to his wife. I cried, and whispered her name over and over. But it was no use, mom was gone. She had died a peaceful death, and joined dad on the other side.

A small but dignifying funeral was held for mom a few days later. We were all in shock. Mom, even though her age, was very agile and healthy. Unfortunately, her heart just gave up on her in the middle of her sleep. Doctors, patients, family, and friends all gathered in the Halliwell Memorial Cemetery to say goodbye to a beloved woman, to say goodbye to my mother. Along with my sisters, and brothers, we stood and delivered a respectful eulogy.  Mom was buried next to dad, and next to all of our ancestors.

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It was a sunny Sunday afternoon when the doorbell rang. I walked over to the front door and opened it.

“Hi, Serena. Can we talk?” With a grim look, Gaby walked into the mansion with something she desperately needed to share. “Of course sis, come on in.” I led Gaby into the living room. We sat down on the couch, and Gaby began to speak.

She took in a deep breath, and said, “I really need your help Serena. David lost his job at the Science Facility. They fired him after all the years he devoted to that place.”

I brought my hand to my mouth in surprise. Gaby’s husband was an intelligent scientist, and devoted countless hours to his research. “How could they do that to him?” I worriedly asked. Gaby shook her head in disbelief. “I really don’t know Serena. David worked so hard to get where he is, and they just kicked down in a blink of an eye.”

Gaby began to tear up. She through her hands into her face and cried. I sat next to her and tried to comfort her. “It’s okay Gaby, everything will turn out alright.” I calmly reassured her. Gaby wiped her tears, and looked into my eyes.

“How is everything going to be alright? My music career is falling apart. My husband lost his job, my daughter is afraid of moving, and we’re deep in debt.” My sister looked into my eyes with desperation. She didn’t know what would happen in the future, and she didn’t know how she was going to get out of her economic standing.

“How much debt are you in?” I asked, wanting to help my sister. Gaby’s eyes roamed around the room, and she couldn’t face me. With a voice slightly above a whisper, she said, “Two hundred fifty thousand dollars.”

My eyes widened as I heard my sister whisper a hefty amount of money. “How did you get yourself that deep in debt, Gaby?” She shook her head. “We thought we would be able to get out of it. We missed a few payment deadlines and it got worse from there. We went on extra vacations, ate at expansive restaurants, and drove luxurious cars. I wanted the lifestyle you had Serena, but I couldn’t afford it.” Gaby, once more, bent her head down in guilt, and through her face into her hands.

Suddenly, a light bulb went off and a brilliant idea struck me. “Gaby, I have an idea.” She lifted her head, and looked at me with hopeful eyes before I continued. “You’re moving in. There is plenty of room in the mansion for your family.”

Gaby shook her head, “I can’t do that Serena. I will not be a burden to my sister.” “You will not be a burden. This house is mine just as it is yours.” Gaby smiled and wrapped her arms around me. “Thank you so much!”

A week later, Gaby, David and Bethany moved into the mansion. It was great to have all my sisters under one roof again.

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I looked over at the wall clock. It was half past eight. Timothy was usually home from the military base two hours ago. I had some news to tell him, and I was eager to do it. His car pulled up in the driveway, and I waited for him in the foyer. He walked through the front door in a new, elaborate uniform. He walked over to me, and gently kissed me. “Hey, Serena!” He enthusiastically said.

I smiled, and greeted him. As I looked at him further, I noticed he was wearing an unfamiliar suit. “Sweetie, what are you wearing? Is it your new uniform?” I asked. Timothy smiled, and responded, “I have amazing news to tell you.”

“Well, so do I, but you go first. You seem too excited!” I mocked. Timothy gently held my hands, and looked into my eyes. “Serena, when I got to work this afternoon, I had a surprise waiting for me. The chief came into my office and had a nice discussion with me.”

“What did he say?” I asked.

“He promoted me! I’m the new Top Gun Instructor!” Timothy beamed with excitement over his news.

I clapped my hands, and jumped into Timothy’s arms. “I am so proud of you!”

He put me down, and continued to speak. “There’s more though. For me to be able to fully do my job, I was relocated to Hidden Springs…” My once excited face turned to disbelief. “We have to move?” I asked.

Timothy nodded his head as I protested. “I can’t move. My family and friends are all in Sunset Valley. My whole life and heritage is here. I can’t just pack up and go.”

“Well, we have no choice Serena. It’s for the advancement of my career.” I couldn’t disagree with my husband. He supported me in following my dream of becoming the grand master, and I had to support him in following his dream. “Okay, I guess we’re moving.” Timothy thanked me, and passionately kissed me. “What did you have to tell me?”

I smiled once more, and shared with him some miraculous news.

“I’m pregnant…”

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My head was pressed against an awfully uncomfortable pillow. It was the one of few horrible things I could afford after moving to Sunset Valley. My life in Riverview was boring. I was adventurous, a true party animal at heart. I had dreams, dreams that if I stayed in a farming town, would never be fulfilled. I was thrown from one foster family to the next after my drug addicts of parents were arrested. Every time I got close to one family, I was moved to another. I was forced to live through a dreadful childhood that would be imprinted into my memory for the rest of my life. But, even though how many times I trash my parents, I thank them for the one thing they gave me: The gift of music. I was a natural virtuous, a trait I picked up from my parents. When I turned eighteen, I packed the few things I owned and with my guitar in hand I made my way to an unknown town. I stumbled upon a large piece of land I inherited from my old aunt. I never really met the woman, but for some reason she felt I needed it more than she did. With the few hundred dollars in my pocket, I bought cheap furniture for the plot of land, and I began to make a name for myself.

I napped on the spring less mattress as it was my day off. I slept with my guitar in close reach. These days it was the only thing that calmed my nerves, settled my fears, and brought happiness into my life. I came to Sunset Valley to fulfill the dream I had. It was a dream that one day I would become the most popular rock star the world has ever seen, and that generations upon generations of women would carry on my family name of Halliwell.

Being a Halliwell means being a person who never gives up and puts family before everything. It means wealth, power, happiness, heartache, and above all, love. As I abruptly awoke from my dream, I realized that my family would span over ten generations of powerful women. I realized that over centuries, Halliwell women have made their imprint onto this world.

I realized that as Halliwell women, We Came, We Saw, and We Conquered.

The End

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A/N: I can’t believe this is my last post, I really can’t. But I guess all good things come to an end. This is such a bitter sweet victory for me. I am happy I finished this legacy because I can finally say I finished one. Also, it’s hard to say goodbye to a family I came to love, just as all of you have. I want to thank everyone who has read this legacy, whether it was from the beginning, from the middle, or even the end. I thank you for encouraging me to continue this legacy when I didn’t have it in me to do it. I thank you for commenting, for supporting me, and for being my friend. I’ve gained a lot of knowledge over the past year and a half, and I’ve grown as a writer. The Halliwell’s will continue to grow in our hearts.

I will not say goodbye, because I am not going anywhere. I will continue to read your blogs, to comment on your blogs, and I will come up with an idea for another blog. Stay Tuned!

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The gentle morning sun rose above behind the mansion. Flashes of orange, and blue filled the sky as the sunrise began. Timothy and I decided it was time to finally take our honeymoon. It also gave me a reason to enter one of the biggest tournaments of the year. I challenged the current grand master to a head to head dual. Many people doubted my abilities, including myself. After all, every grand master for centuries has been from China, and never has there been a woman who earned the prestigious title. But, with my encouraging husband by my side, I decided to throw myself for once and try to grab the title I wholesomely deserve!

We arrived at the Sunset Valley Airport just slightly over six in the morning. Our flight to China was scheduled for an eight o’clock departure. I was excited for doing this. I gave up on my dream of becoming the grand master, and this trip meant everything to me because I finally got the chance to fulfill my dream.

First class passengers were the first to board the international flight. Timothy and I quickly found our seats and got comfortable, waiting for the plane to take off. The seats were larger than normal, and much more comfortable. The plane started to fill up with cheery tourists, and the flight attendants were beginning to pass around the delicious champagne. A deep, husky voice came onto the intercom to welcome us aboard the plane. The pilot proclaimed the flight’s itinerary and our scheduled landing in China. Just as the plane began to move, I held on to Timothy’s hand. Butterflies started bouncing around my stomach as the plane started to abruptly lift off the ground. I closed my eyes for a few brief seconds. I always dreaded the takeoffs, even worse than the landings. The plane left the runway and began its flight to China.

“You can open your eyes now.” Timothy’s soothing voice suggested. I let out a deep breath, and smiled at him. “I’m glad we’re doing this!”

“So am I.”

“I already have a few hotspots on my mind that we need to check out. Last time I was in China I barely got out of the training academy.”

“Serena, it won’t be all training and sparring this time. After all, it is our honeymoon.” Timothy winked, and gave me a sly smile. I knew he was thinking something dirty. I giggled at his reaction, and waited for the passing flight attendant.

“What would you like for breakfast? Eggs, omelettes, or French toast?” The tall blonde attendant smiled, and waited for a response.

I quickly answered, “I’d love for an omelette!”

The flight was a dreadful ten hour long trip. I spent my time watching cheesy movies and listening to music, while having champagne with my husband. Once we landed in China, we had to take an express train to Shang Simla. While on the train, we passed through many villages and between mountains. I was in awe the whole time. It was just like I had remembered it, but this time, it was better! I had someone to enjoy it all with, Timothy. At the train terminal in Shang Simla, all the kind locals greeted us with wonderful smiles. We hitched a ride to our hotel just slightly on the mountain side. It was overlooking the rest of the quaint village.

Once we checked in, Timothy and I unloaded our baggage in the Emperor’s suite. We decided to go all out on our accommodations. The room was spectacular, just as the scenery right outside the window. The room was fit made for royalty, and we got to enjoy it all. After unpacking the bags, I pulled out a buzzing cell phone and answered the phone.

“Hello?”

A familiar voice sounded scarce and in tears on the other line. “I…I…I can’t believe it. He’s gone, Serena, he’s gone!”

Immediately, I recognized Chloe’s fretful voice. “Chloe, calm down, what are you talking about?”

“…dad, he’s…he’s dead.”

In an instant, my heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t believe what my sister was saying. “How…how did it happen?”

Tears started to roll down my cheek as I listened to my sister recount the event. “He had a heart attack in his sleep right after you left. He never woke up. I’ve been trying to reach you all morning, but I figured you couldn’t pick up.”

“How is mom holding up?” I worriedly asked.

“He was fine, Serena. Dad was fine yesterday, and when mom woke up to see you leave, he didn’t. She locked herself in her room, and she doesn’t want to come out.”

“Chloe, should I come home? I think I should be there for all of you.”

“No, you went to China to become the grand master. Dad would have wanted you to get that title.”

After hanging up on my sister, I broke down. I dropped the cell phone and clutched my stomach. I was my daddy’s little girl, and I wasn’t going to be there to say a final goodbye. Chloe was right; dad would have wanted me to win this tournament.

I walked out onto the balcony, where Timothy stood admiring the distant hills. I gently wrapped my arms around his chest from behind, and pressed my head against his back. I took in deep breaths, and cried.

“What happened, sweetie?” Timothy worriedly asked.

“Dad, my dad, he…he died.” Timothy quickly turned around, and wrapped his arms around me to comfort me. “I’m so sorry.”

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A few days into the honeymoon, and after learning about the recent death of my father, I didn’t feel like training or even sightseeing. I slept for most of the day, and ate whatever Timothy brought to my bedside. He understood how I felt, especially after the tragic death of his mother a few years ago. The tournament was drawing closer, and the honeymoon was soon to be over. I felt bad for forcing Timothy to stay locked up in the suite. I decided to get out of bed, and start to properly see the village with him.

We visited many tourist attractions. One of these attractions was the Emperor’s ancient palace. The palace was draped in jade, and surrounded in tall marble columns. Dragon statues were placed in the garden filled with cherry blossom trees. It was utterly breathtaking and we enjoyed the experience. Next up on our itinerary was the village square. We shopped around for a few hours; enjoying Chinese delicacies and relic shopping. We even traded local gossip with a few locals that surprisingly spoke fluent English. Towards the end of the day, Timothy and I hiked up the side of the mountain. We walked onto a tourist platform, overlooking the whole village. It was such a spectacular and breathtaking scene. Timothy and I seized the moment when he leaned in and passionately kissed me. After enjoying a Chinese meal, we stumbled back into the Emperor’s suite late at night. However, we didn’t get to sleep. Instead, we spent the whole night making love, and it was one of many steamy, passionate nights that week!

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A few days before the Grand Masters tournament, I visited an ancient Chinese martial arts academy where a few monks were teaching the skill. They were surprised at the level of my skill, and were even shocked when I told them I was sparring against the current grand master the following day. They kept repeating that a woman has never earned that title, and how only Chinese men got the prestige. I graciously laughed at what they were saying, realizing that if I did win, I would go down in martial arts history! But besides the astonishing reactions from the ancient monks, I fell into my old training habits now that I was back in China. I trained with the training dummy, and broke space rocks on the breaking board. I elegantly sparred against a few hopeful trainees, eager to learn a little more about the skill. As I trained into the night, I wondered if my old master, Ling and his wife Kei were still alive. I owe all my glory to the martial arts master that taught me everything I know about the skill, and his kind wife.

Once the Shang Simla locals heard that a woman from the western world flew over to challenge the reigning grand master, hysteria broke loose. Small riots broke out in all parts of the village. Posters, with the current grand masters face on it, were brandished all over the village. The locals ran through the streets, chanting his name, and disgracing mine. When the day of the actual prestigious tournament rolled around, the academy had to ban an audience at the tournament as they feared the well being of the fighters. No one was allowed to watch the fight, only personal friends and family.

As the head master of the academy hollered my name, I took in deep breaths with Timothy by my side. I kept repeating in my head over and over how I was going to do this. Dad would be proud of me, and so would I. We walked hand in hand down the wooden pathway onto the sparring circle.

I stood in the centre of the sparring ring, as Timothy sat down on a nearby bench. As the current reigning Grand Master, Chang-Lee, marched up the stairs, determination overpowered me. I had even more courage within me, now that I knew it was about to begin. He didn’t have anybody with him. He felt that emotions got in his way, but for me, my emotions is what made me stronger. Chang-Lee walked slowly up to me. As I felt his beady eyes starring me down, I knew this was my time. I’ve trained for this moment my whole life, and it was now or never.

He stood directly in front of me, not taking his eyes off. We gracefully bowed; a custom before any match. I quickly glanced over to the seating area to see Timothy’s hopeful and encouraging smile. With a simple wave of his hand, the ring leader prompted us to commence the fight.

Chang-Lee made the first move. He rapidly jumped into the air and with all his force; he kicked me onto the ground. I’ve never seen such force and great power since Ling back at the training camp all those years ago. As my slender body hit the pavement floor, I quickly wiped the blood that slowly dripped from my nose and carried on. The fight continued on and on. Two incredible powers were sparring head to head. Neither of us wanted to lose. We both had the determination to carry this into the night, or how long it took for the other to give up.

As Chang-Lee and I sparred, it seemed like every blow was stronger than the previous. Sometimes I fell onto the ground, and sometimes he did. But, nonetheless, each time one of us fell we got right back up and fought even harder. As the sun was beginning to set, and day broke into night, I could see Chang-Lee getting restless. He thought this was going to be easy, but it wasn’t. He was breathing heavier each blow, and began to get slower. I took this to my advantage, and performed a move that Ling had taught me years ago. It was an ancient move that modern martial artists rarely come across. It was called the five point palm trick, and luckily, Chang-Lee did not know what hit him. I took in a deep breath and though myself into the air. My body flipped and turned, scarring Chang-Lee a little. I waited for the right moment, and with a powerful kick, I lunged my leg into his shoulder while in the air. His jaw dropped, not expecting this at all. His body violently fell off the mat, and it was over. Victory was mine!

Timothy jumped onto his feet, cheering and clapping. I stood back, in awe that I defeated Chang-Lee. As my opponent picked himself up, he seemed distraught and like his pride was taking away from him. He walked over to me and bowed.

“You are a worthy opponent. Congratulations.” Chang-Lee said, in a deep raspy voice.

The academy master ran over and crowned me the new Grand Master. Never had a non-Chinese fighter win the tournament before, and this time I did. My face lit up as I processed what just happened. My dream was finally fulfilled! Timothy ran over and grabbed me into his arms. He picked me up and turned me around. We passionately kissed and made our way back to the hotel as the whole academy gazed in awe. I was finally the Grand Mater.

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Our flight back to Sunset Valley was early the next morning. We made our way to the train station in Shang Simla where many locals came around to bid their new Grand Master farewell. I smiled, and gracefully waved as Timothy and I boarded the train out to China. Even though I knew I won the tournament, I felt that my dad was watching over me the whole time and gave me the extra confidence I needed to win the whole thing.

As the taxi pulled up to our house, it was all over the news that I won the tournament and became the Grand Master. Mom, dressed in dark clothes, ran down the front stairs to greet us. She was beaming with joy over my win.

“I’m so happy for you, Serena! You really did make your father and me so proud!” She wrapped her arms around me and held me tight. I gently whispered into her ears, “I love you so much, mom.”

With that, mom dragged a jet lagged Timothy and I down to City Hall to celebrate the twins graduation from high school. They were finally young adults, and ready to take on the real world by themselves.

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It is often said that right before death strikes, distant images of one’s life quickly flashes before their very eyes. For Serena Halliwell, this was exactly the case. Once her estranged husband pulled the trigger on her, she felt life being sucked right out of her. She felt her frail body fall to the ground, and into the arms of the man she dearly loved.

It is often said that when someone is near death, death has the choice to reject you. For Serena Halliwell, that’s exactly what happened…

“Sis…Sis, wake up. Sis, wake up….” A familiar voice repeated these very words, as I slowly opened my eyes. I was disoriented, and I didn’t know where I was. As I opened my eyes, all I saw was a white ceiling, with florescent light fixtures shining back at me. I thought I had died, I thought it was all over after Giovanni had shot me. But, apparently, by the sounds of it, I survived. I let out a slight grunt as I tried to speak. There was some sort of tube jammed down my throat that was enabling me to breath.

“She’s fighting the tube! She’s breathing again!” I heard, what another familiar voice had said. As I stared blankly at the white ceiling, I started to piece together my whereabouts. I recognized where I was, especially after spending a great deal of my childhood in a hospital where both my parents worked. I’ve must’ve been in a hospital patient room, by the looks of the shady white ceiling.

As I slowly tilted by head to further look at my surroundings, a cloudy figure came into play. With her brown hair, and high pitched voice, I recognized my sister almost instantly. “Serena, it’s so good to see your eyes, again!” Chloe said, after gently passing her hand through my hair. She stood by my bedside, and even though she seemed tired, she was still dressed to impress!

I tried to clear my dry throat, but Chloe insisted I didn’t talk. After being in a coma for two weeks and having a tube down my throat, I felt I needed to say something. Mom and dad called a few nurses into the room to remove the breathing tube, since I was able to do it on my own. Just as I was given my voice back, the first thing that came to my mind was Timothy.

In a hushed tone, I asked, “Timothy…where’s Timothy?” Chloe turned around and pointed to the couch at the far end of the room. I tried to smile at the sight of Timothy in a daze on the uncomfortable hospital couch. Mom and dad held each other’s hand in delight as they heard I was speaking. Many doctors were unsure if I would be able to wake up, after having a bullet pass through my body. They induced a coma to prevent organ failure, that’s what mom had told me. As I saw my mom in joyful tears at the sight of her breathing daughter, I understood how she felt years ago when our roles were reversed. I was so scared and worried when I thought mom would die in the same hospital all those years ago. I now understood how it felt to have a near death experience.

The hospital room door slowly opened followed by a slight knock by what seemed to be a doctor who was assigned to my case.

Mom and dad smiled at their colleague, “So, John, she woke up. I guess she’s another Halliwell that fights this hospitals odds.” Dr. Wilson let out a sight chuckle, “You were a one in a million case, Tamara.” Mom smiled, and felt honoured by the label most of the Valley had given her.

Dr. Wilson looked at his charts, “I need to speak to everyone, now that Serena is awake.” At the voice of the doctor, Timothy quickly woke up and joined me by my bedside. The whole family sort of formed a half circle around my bed, facing Dr. Wilson.

“We spoke about this, a week ago. I have to tell Serena now.” Dr. Wilson gave a worried look to my parents. They nodded, in agreement. Both Timothy and Chloe had confused looks on their faces. They were out of the loop as much as I was.

“Serena, the extent of your injuries is more than we have anticipated. Due to the way the bullet entered your body, there was significant blood clotting in your system. That is one of the reasons why we had to induce a coma…”

By the tone in Dr. Wilson’s voice, I knew there was something bad that would come from this talk. I looked to my side, and into my mother’s eyes. She gently grabbed my hand, and gave me a reassuring look.

Dr. Wilson continued, “During surgery to stop, and prevent further blood clots, there was an issue that we came across. Your uterus was damaged, and there is a chance you will never be able to have children… I’m very sorry.” The doctor finished his delivery of bad news, and quietly stepped out of the room.

I was speechless. I didn’t know how to react, or what to say. I just sat upright in my bed, and ignored what my family had to say. Chloe gasped, Timothy was shocked, and mom and dad told me everything was going to be alright. But it wasn’t, I was never going to have a child of my own. In that split second, it seemed like my world started to crumble.

*   *   *

The recovery process was taking longer than expected. Physically I was alright, but emotionally, I was a complete mess. Hearing the doctor utter those few words a few weeks ago destroyed the world around me. I thought I was going to be a mother, I thought I was going to be able to hold a little baby in my arms, and I thought I was going to bring in the next generation. Even though I might have had plans for a future, my body had other plans. Many days I barely felt like getting out of bed. I’ve given up on all my dreams, even the one to become a grand master. I let myself slip, and I didn’t care. I ignored my parents, and I resisted my sisters. But, for some reason, Timothy always got to me. We made it a habit that when I felt okay, we visited the local park together

On this particular night, Timothy told me he had a special surprise for me. I reluctantly dressed all up for this surprise Timothy was planning. At a quarter past eight, I met him at our usual spot in the park. He was dressed up in a grey suit with a light blue shirt. As I laid eyes on him, my heart started to beat faster. The moon and stars illuminated my path towards him.

Timothy smiled, “You look beautiful.” I returned a gracious smiled, and gently clutched his hand.

Every time I was with him, or near him, my world felt like a better place. Even though I knew I’d never be the same after the devastating news, Timothy was a beam of hope for a future. He was also the more romantic one, and always had spontaneous ideas of spending time together. On our prom night, while all the other graduates went partying, Timothy and I spent it under the star filled night in each other’s arms. Right before I left for China, he showed up to my front door with a basket of chocolate covered strawberries and a bottle of wine. Tonight, was no different. He passed his hand through my wavy hair, and gazed into my eyes. He seemed awfully nervous when he cleared his voice to speak.

“Serena, ever since we met each other back at the prep school, I had my eyes sought out after you. Since then, I could never take them off. When we were apart, I felt like my world was missing the sunshine you always brought. I thought of you every day overseas, and when I heard about your other marriage, I felt like life was taken away from me. When you agreed to run away with me, I felt like a phoenix rising out of the ashes. You restored life in me, and when I thought I was going to lose you, my world came crashing down. We might not be able to have children, but I still want a future with the woman of my dreams…”

Tears started to fall down my cheeks as I realized Timothy was about to propose.

Timothy reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a black velvet box. I held my breath as he dropped to one knee. He slowly opened the small box to reveal a breathtaking engagement ring.

“Will you make me the happiest man in the world by being my wife?”

My heart was skipping a few beats, as I the true love of my life down on one knee. I brought my hands over my mouth, and stood for a few seconds. I couldn’t believe it was happening. Everything seemed so perfect, even the ring!

“Yes!” Timothy quickly stood up to slip the diamond ring onto my finger. I tightly wrapped my arms around him, and cried tears of joy. As we pulled away from our embrace, I gazed at the shining engagement ring and for once, something in my life had gone just the way I had always dreamed it would.

*   *   *

Six months, six crucial months, that’s how long it took to plan an extravagant, modern wedding with a few traditional touches. This time around I had no doubts. This time around, I knew exactly what I was doing, and I wanted to do it. Everything was so different with Timothy than it was with Giovanni. I was eager to get down the aisle and be pronounced Mrs. Timothy Laine. Mom, Chloe, and Gaby all helped to choose the expansive linens, the wedding venue, the food, and above all, my coveted dress. It was the most recent wedding design fresh off the Milan runway. I was the first bride to wear this one of a kind Italian handmade creation.

The day finally rolled around. I sat in the white 1949 Mercury Eight, as the chauffer drove my parents and me down to the exclusive wedding venue while the rest of the wedding party trailed behind in a white limo. My parents were so proud of me for getting out of the slumps and taking it to the next level with the man I should’ve been with from the very beginning.

I emerged from the white classic car with my hair done over my shoulder.

All the guests were already seated in the outdoor wedding area. Everything was ready to start. I stood at the top of the white carpet that was outlined with rose petals. Waiting for the wedding march to commence, I interlocked my arm with my father’s just like once before.

Dad glanced over at me, and smiled. “Sweetie, please tell me this will be the last time.” He raised one of his eyebrows, waiting for a response. “Of course, daddy.” I gently responded.

As the conductor raised hit baton, the twelve piece orchestra began to play their harmonic tune. Heel-to-heel, I started to walk down the aisle with my father at arm. I passed the smiling guests, and met Timothy up on the altar.

Timothy and I stood in front of each other and complemented one another. The minister cleared his deep voice, and began the ceremony.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the matrimony of Serena Halliwell and Timothy Laine…”

The minister went on to what was a familiar ceremony to all ears in attendance. As it was time for the exchange of the rings, Timothy pulled out a diamond band, and began to recite his vows.

Serena, our miracle lies in the path we have chosen together. I enter into this marriage with you, knowing that the true magic of love is not to avoid changes, but to navigate them successfully. Let us commit to the miracle of making each day work together. Respecting each other, we commit to live our lives together for all the days to come. I ask you to share this world with me, for good and ill. Be my partner, and I will be yours.”

With that, he gently slipped the band onto my finger, as I started to recite my vows.

“From this day on, I choose you Timothy, to live with you and laugh with you; to stand by your side, and sleep in your arms; to be joy to your heart, and food for your soul; to bring out the best in you always, and, for you, to be the most that I can. I promise to laugh with you in good times, to struggle with you in bad; to solace you when you are downhearted; to wipe your tears with my hands; to comfort you with my body; to mirror you with my soul; to share with you all my riches and honours; and love you for as long as I shall live.”

As I finished speaking, I looked over to the guests, and everyone, including me had tears in their eyes. It was a very emotional day. I slipped the golden band on Timothy’s finger, and with a short phrase, the minister pronounced us husband and wife.

We shared a passionate kiss in front of our friends and family.

*   *   *

The waves gently broke at the shore of the beach. The sun was slowly setting, and the hot sand was crinkling between our toes. An aroma of fish and seaweed filled the air, as Timothy and I walked down the shore line. We’ve been married for a few days now, and our life together has become bliss. For some, this newlywed period where everything is perfect, and everyone is happy is brief. But for us, it was different. We were happy, and it did seem like everything was perfect. We’ve just been through so much the past few years that we don’t take each other for granted.

As Timothy gently clutched my hand, he pointed over to clean, and empty spot. “How about there? Is that okay for us?” He asked, with a smile on his face.

I nodded in agreement as we made our way over to the spot on the beach. We sat down on the grains of sand with our shoes next to us. I let out a faint breath, and took in the familiar beach aroma.

“I’ve never been this happy.” I said, as I placed by hand on top of Timothy’s. He turned to be and smiled, “I’m happy, knowing you’re happy.” I gently slid my head on top of his shoulder, and whispered, “I’m just sorry I won’t be able to give you a child.”

Tears started to roll down my cheek. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t cry Serena. I don’t need a baby to be happy. I love you, and I’m with you, that’s all that matters.” I looked deeply into his eyes, “Are you sure?”

Timothy surely nodded as I quickly spoke, “I just don’t want you to wake up in a few years, and realize you want a baby that I can’t give you.” Timothy gently raised my chin to meet his eyes, “I will never leave you.” I smiled and he wrapped his arms around me, soothing me.

“Serena, I think you need to reopen a dream you firmly closed a few years ago.” I looked at Timothy with a confused look. “Why don’t you start sparring again?” He asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, “No, I settled with not becoming the grand master. I’m okay with not finishing with what I started.”

“Well, maybe it’s about time you do finish it.” I looked around, and thought about what Timothy said. “But, we have to go to China for me to become the grand master, and besides, I have to start training again.”

Timothy nodded his head, “Okay. We’ll go to China. It can be our honeymoon while you become the grand master right after we get you trained!” I could sense the enthusiasm in his voice. He wanted be to do this, and I wanted me to do this too.

*   *   *

As the days went by I started to train again. Timothy and I woke up every morning around five to run around the city. The first few times I wasn’t even able to run a few times around the block. I realized I let myself slip over the years. Each time we ran, my body ached with pain, but Timothy encouraged me to truck on through. The more we ran, the longer I lasted, and the faster I got back into shape. There were even days when I ran ahead of Timothy, letting him trail behind me.

We also spent our mornings at the gym. Seeing that Timothy was a flight office in the military he was already athletic, and he was able to help me train my body. My eyes popped open each time I worked my upper body. Timothy stood by me, encouraging me to work harder. He was the one that kept me going, and never made me give up. Once I was in the best shape of my life, I began to enter various sparring tournaments in the Valley again. With time, and effort, I once again began to win every tournament I came across.

I knew it was time to go up against the current grand master in China. I never worked harder in my life than I did the past months and it was all thanks to my darling husband. I picked up my cell phone and dialled a number I had tucked away for years.

“Hello? Mr. Lincoln, yes, it’s Serena Halliwell. I’m ready to become the grand master.”

*   *   *

*   *   *

I couldn’t believe I was actually going to do it. I couldn’t believe I was going to run away with my lover on my wedding night to another man. I couldn’t believe it, but I was doing it. It was the most exhilarating and spontaneous thing I’ve ever done. Even though it seemed dangerous and risky, there was something about it that intrigued me. Maybe the thought of getting caught made it even more exciting, or maybe the thought of actually being with Timothy made me go through with it. Nonetheless, it was happening, and I was perfectly fine with it.

Once Timothy hatched up a quick plan to escape into the night, I had to get away from the wedding party. Timothy said he had to gather a few things before we left. I assumed he was talking about money, and clothing to survive off for a few days. Once he did, we would meet at the street corner before the house where we would make our great escape. I nodded my head, understanding the plan before Timothy ran off to gather a few things. I, on the other hand, had a banquet hall full of guests waiting for me to rejoin the party. I knew I couldn’t go back in there, I just couldn’t. Instead I hollered for a cab, and snuck away into the night with my expansive wedding gown wrapped around my body. Once I arrived back at the house, I ran into my bedroom and threw most of my clothes into a luggage. Timothy told me to carry light, but I couldn’t leave them behind. After changing out of my wedding dress, I gently placed it on the bed. I was overwhelmed with guilt for leaving Giovanni on our wedding night, but deep down I knew it was the right thing to do. I quickly grabbed a piece of paper, and scrabbled I’m Sorry, Serena, on it. Placing the note on the bed beside my wedding gown, I clutched my bags and met Timothy at the street corner.

I hid behind a bushel of trees in the darkness of the night just in case an unwanted pedestrian would stop to chat. I also didn’t want any of my family members to drive up to the mansion, and see me standing by the corner. Once Timothy’s car drove up, he flashed his headlights a few times, signalling it was him. I quickly threw my luggage into the trunk, and got into the car as we sped away into the night.

As I released an unsettling breath, Timothy noticed my uneasiness, “Serena, are you okay? We can turn back if you want.”

I shook my head, “No, no. This…this is what I want. I just feel bad for leaving Giovanni tonight, above all nights.” Timothy took one hand off of the steering wheel and gently caressed my cheek. His comforting gesture soothed my nerves. “Serena, after this we can finally be together. I’d be a fresh start.” He calmly pointed out.

“I know Timothy, I know.” I said, trying to sound confident. Timothy turned his head for a split second to notice my extensive luggage. “Serena, I told you to pack light.”

“Well, I did. The boa takes a lot of space, you know.” I responded.

“A boa? Serena, why do you need a boa?” Timothy shockingly asked right before I quickly responded, “Timothy, I don’t want to go anywhere if I don’t need my boa!” Timothy, gazing at my eyes while driving the car, laughed, and shook his head. “Alright.”

After a few more hours of tired driving, we arrived at the unknown destination. As we drove into the hidden parking space, my jaw dropped in amazement. Timothy took me to a cozy, little, mountain cottage. Aged wood wrapped around the rather small fixture, while mighty oaks surrounded the grounds. I opened the car door, and stepped foot onto a mixture of dark dirt and grass. Unsure of our whereabouts, I started to ask Timothy a few questions.

“Timothy, where are we?” I asked.

“A close buddy owns this little chalet. I think it’s the perfect getaway.”

I nodded my head in agreement, “It is perfect!” I brought my hands together in amazement, and stood next to Timothy looking at what would be our home for the next few days. The air was filled with an aroma of pine trees, and nature. The air seemed cleaner, and just made you feel so much better. As Timothy was leading me into the small cottage, an astonishing fact dawned on me. I stopped in my tracks, and said, “Wait a minute, there better be a bathroom in there.” Pointing at the rustic cottage, I waited for a response. Timothy shrugged his shoulders, “There is, it’s just outside.”

My eyes widened, as I reluctantly followed Timothy into the house.

After settling in our mountain escape chalet, thoughts about my family back at home started to roam my mind. I thought about my parents, and if they were worrying about my whereabouts. I wondered if Giovanni found my note, and understood that I couldn’t be with him. Just as all these thoughts and questions entered my mind, I was brought back to reality by a passionate kiss on my neck. I opened my mind to see Timothy starting what seemed like a make out session. I relinquished myself to him, as he gently kissed my lips while slowly undressing me. We made our way to the double bed that rested in the far corner. Timothy gently laid me on the bed after things started to heat up. The bulge in his jeans clearly indicated his intentions, and I wanted the same thing. In that moment I realized that for the first time in a long time, I wouldn’t have to pretend that I was making love with Timothy. For the first time, I was with Timothy, and even though our love seemed forbidden, everything seemed to fall into place.

Once it was over, Timothy and I lay in each other’s arms, cuddling.

For the next few days, we fell into a routine where we would barely leave the bed. Everything seemed to be perfect when we were together, and we weren’t in a rush to end it. We only got up to eat, or use the washroom. When the chillier of nights came around, Timothy lit the fireplace and we sat in front of the cozy fire warming each other up. There was no drama and there was no fuss. It seemed so easy being with Timothy, and I wasn’t going to give it up.

Once Timothy and I grew tired of staying in the same four walls for a few days in a row, we decided to head outside into nature and enjoy each other’s company. Even though we were worried of others seeing us together, no body possibly could. The mountain chalet was surrounded by tall trees filled with so many leaves! Being in a getaway lodge without clocks, televisions, or any form of technology, it was difficult to tell what time of the day it was. Although, just as the sun stood directly tall in the blue sky, we knew it was time for lunch. We placed a picnic blanket out on the grass underneath a few trees, and brought out the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches we were so accustomed to eating. Our time together seemed surreal, especially since we had care free minds. We weren’t occupied with worries about our home life; instead we enjoyed the present and one another’s company.

Just as I took another bite from my peanut butter and jelly sandwich, Timothy proclaimed his intentions. “Serena, I hope you do I will marry you some day.” I smiled, nodding my head, “Well, Timothy, I do think it’s illegal to have two husbands at the same time…” I chuckled at the thought before continuing, “Let me get out of my current marriage, before we start planning ours.”

Timothy grew closer to me, and gently passed his hand through my hair, “I just don’t want this to end.” I sighed, and responded, “I know, but we do have to get back to reality, and face everyone.”

Timothy nodded his head in agreement, and we went back to eating our gourmet lunch!

*   *   *

Back at the mansion, while Serena and Timothy were enjoying their peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, the rest of the family were devouring their stuffed turkey dinner.

“Mom, this is really good!” Evan proclaimed, just as he stuffed his face. Tamara’s worried complexion forced a smile, as her son complemented her dinner, for a change. “Can you pass me the mashed potatoes?” Ethan asked, just as he wiped his mouth. Derek laughed at the sight of his hungry teenage twins, “Boys, calm down. It’s like you’ve haven’t eaten in days!”

Tamara interrupted her husband, “Derek, they’re growing boys. Let them eat!” Since their eldest child, Gabriella moved out and started a family on her own; Chloe was stuck in the middle of all the family drama. While the family was in meaningless chit chat between forks, Tamara let out a worrisome sigh. Chloe dropped her fork, and blurted out, “Mom, I know you’re worried about Serena, but drop the crying act. She’s a grown woman!”

Tamara looked at her daughter with a puppy eyed expression, “I know, but I’m just so worried about her. What if she’s in trouble?”

Being the doting husband that he is, Derek tried to comfort his wife, “Serena is a grown woman. She was raised properly to take care of herself.”

“I know, but we don’t even know where she is. What is she was kidnapped, or murdered?”

Chloe, irritated, retorted rudely, “For crying out loud mom, stop with the melodramatic scenarios.”

Tamara stopped eating, and looked at her family, “A woman my age can’t even express how she feels in this house.” She turned her head, and started to give the family the cold shoulder.

Chloe felt bad for not telling her parents about her sister’s whereabouts. She wasn’t even supposed to know her sister and lover’s plan. While she took a late night stroll that night at the wedding party, she overhead Serena and Timothy hatching an escape plan. Even though she knew it was wrong, Chloe thought it was the brave thing to do.

So she blurted out, “I know where Serena is!” Everyone at the table froze, and glared at Serena. Tamara gently placed her silver fork on the table, and asked, “What do you mean you know where Serena is?”

Chloe stumbled at first, “I…I…I, I overheard their plan that night at the wedding, right before she disappeared.”

A concerned father said, “So she’s with somebody. Who is it?” Chloe looked at her mother, than at her father, “Well, it’s not just anybody. It’s a certain body.” Tamara, now fuming, yelled, “Just spill it!”

“Timothy! She’s with Timothy!” Chloe blurted just as she covered her face in shame as the rest of the family’s jaw dropped. “How can she run away with another man, on her wedding night?” Tamara asked.

“You know Giovanni wasn’t right for her and she only married him to get over Timothy. I applaud my sister for running away with the man she does love!” Chloe proclaimed. Derek looked straight into his daughters eyes, “Chloe, tell your mother and I your sisters whereabouts.”

With all the beady eyes staring her down, and the pressure on her shoulders, Chloe relinquished the details about Serena’s whereabouts. “She’s in some cottage up in the mountains!”

Tamara looked at her husband and that back at her daughter, “Once we finish our dinner, we will go up to that cottage and drag her butt back down here!”

Little did they know, Giovanni Marcello was standing in the doorway, overhearing about his estranged wife’s whereabouts, with a plan of his own.

*   *   *

“Timothy, I hope you like salad, because that’s what we’re eating tonight!” Serena proclaimed to her lover. “Of course I love salad! We’ve been eating it every night this week!” Timothy mocked just as Serena placed the plastic plates filled with greens down on the dinner table.

As the reminiscing couple chatted about their school life back at Smuggsworth Prep School, an unwanted visitor stepped onto the front porch. Without noticing him, Serena and Timothy finished their salads and started to clean up. “I can’t wash by hand anymore, its way too much work!” She protested just as Timothy laughed at her.

The front door busted open, and an intruder casually walked on in. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Giovanni asked, with his Italian accent apparent. Serena, cleaning the dished, froze in her tacks at the sight of her estranged husband. Placing down the plates, she said, “Giovanni, I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, I know, I read your note.” He pulled out the familiar piece of paper, to show his wife, and her lover. “That’s it. Two stupid little words and you think I can forgive you?” Serena quickly responded, “Giovanni, I don’t expect you to forgive me. But, you know I haven’t been happy in a long time.”

“I have been ecstatic the last year!” Giovanni yelled. “You just don’t run away with another man, on our wedding night!” He continued.

The next thing that happened was something Serena, or Timothy never expected.

“That’s why I bought this gun. So I can shoot him, and watch your heart shatter, the same way you broke mine.” Giovanni pointed his revolver straight at Timothy, just as he stood right next to Serena.

“Don’t you do something so stupid!” Serena yelled, trying to stop him from pulling the trigger. Timothy put his hands up in the air, “I’m sorry man. I really am. We tried to fight it, but we couldn’t. Serena and I are meant to be together. Where is this going to get you?” Timothy asked, before continuing with his speech, “You’ll be in jail, and Serena would hate you for the rest of her life.” Giovanni, pondering what Timothy said, started to bring down his gun. “I don’t care. I want Serena to suffer, the same way she ripped my heart in two!” As he finished speaking, Giovanni again pointed his gun straight at Timothy.

Serena, afraid of losing the true love of her life, grew closer to Giovanni in hopes to rationally calm him down. “Gio, please don’t do this. You’ll ruin the rest of your life, just for me. You’ll find someone else, a girl better than me, who deserves your love.”

Giovanni seemed confused, and unsure of what to do. Tears started to fall down his cheeks, “I love you Serena, and I really do love you.” Serena nodded her head, “I know you do, but if you really do love me, let me be happy.”

He violently shook his head in disagreement, and prepared the trigger. Serena slowly backed away just as a bullet was fired.

My whole life started to flash before my very eyes. They say when that starts to happen; it means you’re going to die. I was okay with dying, just because I spent the last few days in the arms of the man I loved. Time started to slow down, just as the bullet neared my body. Timothy tried to push me out of the way, but it was too late. The bullet entered my body and it felt like life was sucked right out of me. I clutched my stomach, trying to stop the blood from gushing out as I fell to the ground.

“I’m so sorry!” Giovanni cried, as he ran out of the house after shooting his wife.

I felt Timothy’s strong arms wrap around my dying body. He held me closely as to feel his warmth. Blood was starting to ooze out onto the ground as I felt the warmness of life leaving my body. Timothy brought his luscious lips close to mine.

Then, it all went black, and that’s when I knew it was all over.

*   *   *

*   *   *

Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of living my very own fairy tale. I longed to meet a prince in shining armour who would casually sweep me off from my feet. I fantasised about being in the arms of a man I would go on to spend the rest of my life with. Like every other girl in the Valley, we all shared the same dream. Sadly, in my reality, I was not one of the lucky few whose fairy tale did come true. Instead of falling in love head over heels, while being totally spontaneous, I signed myself up for boring dinners and meritocracy. 

Yes, Giovanni Marcello was a sweet, romantic man but our relationship lacked the electricity that flowed between Timothy and me. I settled, instead of searching for happiness. I settled for a routine that acted as my life. Every Friday night, Giovanni and I would dress up formally and head down to the local bistro-which my family owns-to enjoy a beautiful, late night meal. After our meals are finished, and the expensive red wine bottle is empty, Giovanni would take me back to his bachelor pad. Every little girl dreams of one day living in a gigantic palace far away in the mountains, but I spent a few nights a week making what seemed like passionate love on a tiger printed bed with ceiling mirrors.

Tonight was Friday, and thus began the petty event that I call my life.

Giovanni picked me up a quarter past seven in his black convertible. I wore a skin tight purple dress and applied my make up the same way I do every Friday night. After meaningless chit chat in the car, we stopped in front of the bistro where the valet parked Giovanni’s Porsche. He gently held my hand, the same way he always does, and we walked through the bistro veranda pretending we were the perfect couple, the same way we always do every Friday night. It’s been eight months since Giovanni and I officially started to date. Since the twins birthday, I gave Giovanni a chance and stayed with him ever since. He’s gentle, sweet, romantic, and rough. Every girl my age dreams of being with a man like him, but he wasn’t my Timothy. I settled, and I was fine with it.

After our late night dinner, Giovanni drove us over to his home. It was a large modern stone bachelor pad. The house was furnished with the most modern and expensive pieces of furniture there is. Being such a famous photographer like Giovanni, it does have its benefits, especially since it pays a bundle!

We stood on the front lawn, holding each other’s hands and gazing into one another’s eyes. Thousands of stars filled the night sky and illuminated our path. We walked up the stone stairs in an embrace and into his house. Giovanni’s house didn’t have that cozy and home feel to it. It was certainly no place to raise a family. Although, it was perfect for a man who lived alone and occasionally had a girl over. Giovanni, still clutching my hand, led me downstairs to where his bedroom rested.

We stopped in front of the wooden door that led us into his haven. Giovanni gently brushed his luscious lips against mine. I drew closer to him and passionately kissed him. As we were still locking lips, Giovanni pushed open the bedroom door and we found ourselves nearing the tiger printed bed. I confidently pushed Giovanni onto the bed and slowly undressed myself. As I slipped out of my skin tight dress, Giovanni gazed at me like I was some sort of object. To him I was a girl he was about to have sex with, but to me, he was a man I was going to make love to. With Timothy, we felt the same way about each other, and he didn’t gaze at me like I was some raw piece of meat. He saw me for who I am, and not for my body.

I brushed the thoughts of Timothy away, and let myself loose into the heap of the moment. I jumped onto Giovanni and we started to make out once more. After the heat started to rise between us, Giovanni gently got on top of me. As he was thrusting himself against my fragile body, I pictured myself making love with Timothy…

Once the weekend rolled around, it was time for my weekly sparring tournament. My opponent was an equally skilled woman. She seemed petite, and unable to spar like a pro, but I knew deep down she was capable of defeating me. We stood in front of each other in the middle of the sand barrier. We bowed, motioning that the spar began. She took the first move and quickly retreated. As I protected myself, I jumped into the air and kicked her. She seemed wounded, but she got back onto her feet and fought just as hard. It was a tough match, one of the hardest I found myself a part of. But, I was just a tad stronger than my opponent. Even though it was a close call, I won the tournament. We bowed once more, respecting each other for what just happened. The crowds cheered my name as an unfamiliar face walked over to me.

“Ms. Halliwell, I have to tell you how incredible you are.”

I smiled, “Thank you, Mr…?”

The man stumbled before introducing himself, “Oh, yes…my name is Howard Lincoln. I just arrived from abroad looking for worthy contestants in the martial arts field.”

I nodded my head, listening to Mr. Lincoln as he went on about my talent. Just by his physique, he didn’t seem like he was a martial artist, but by the soothing words that came out of his mouth, I knew he was once a grand master back in his day.

After our short conversation, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. “This is my number, Ms. Halliwell. You have the raw talent that I haven’t seen in years. When you’re ready to spar against the current grand master, give me a call.”

With that, Howard Lincoln turned on his heels and walked out of the Sparring Arena, leaving behind a mysterious feel.

*   *   *

From the sparring tournament I had to change and meet my sisters down at the Grill. I walked into the restaurant and met up with Gaby and Chloe who were already seated.

“How is it we never have time to do these things anymore?” I asked, as I sat down.

Gaby laughed, “We live in the same house and we barely see each other.”

“That’s because you’re busy with your music career and Chloe is obsessed with the business world.” I quickly responded.

Chloe threw her hands up in the air, and protested, “I am not obsessed, I just word hard at it.”

My eyebrow rose, “Chloe, you’re the youngest department head the Valley’s ever seen.”

Her cheeks turned red, as I stated the facts about her growing career.

“Where’s the waiter, I’m starving!” Gaby proclaimed.

Chloe and I both brushed her off, and waited for the waiter to arrive.

“Gaby, how’s life after the honeymoon?” I enthusiastically asked.

“Chris and I had such a blast in Cuba…”

“Oh, I’m sure!” Chloe interrupted.

“…We’re still looking for a house of our own, since eight people in one household is too hectic.”

Gaby asked, “Serena how’s your steamy relationship with Mr. Hottie!”

“It’s, its fine. He’s the right guy for this time of my life. We have fun together, but I don’t think he would be a suitable husband.”

Gaby and Chloe nodded their heads in agreement before Chloe went on a rant. “Personally, I think that not having a relationship is the best way to go. I can concentrate on my career without having a man by my side hoping I’d fail. I have shameless hot sex with any man I like with no strings attached!”

We all chuckled at what Chloe had to say. Just as the waiter finished taking our orders, we went on to some meaningless chit chat and gossip.

“I heard that the band is looking for a new band manager. Apparently they weren’t getting any gigs with this guy as their manager, and they fired him!” Chloe proclaimed.

Gaby smiled at the sight of her new promotion, “Let’s just hope they think of me, first.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll get the job Gaby, at least you have a job!”

“Serena, being a martial artist is a job. You travelled to China and trained very hard. More than any of us ever did.” Gaby reassured me that all my hard work would one day pay off.

“You’re right Gaby, it’s just that some days I think I’ll never become grand master, and other days it’s the only thing I can think of.”

Chloe mocked, “Welcome to the real world, Sis.” I knocked her shoulder in annoyance, just as I recognized the man sitting at the far end of the bar.

I slowly got up, and made my way over to him. Giovanni was flirting with some blonde bimbo and getting close to her just as I caught him! I walked up into his face, and pushed the skinny girl aside,

“What the hell is this?” I angrily asked.

Giovanni stumbled to find words, “It’s not what it looks like, Serena.”

“Really, so you were just inspecting each other’s lips while playing tonsil hockey!”

“No, she’s new in town, and I was just showing her the town.”

“Since when does the tour of the town include a first class ticket down her blouse?” I was fuming; I couldn’t believe he was cheating on me with such a cliché of a woman.

“Serena, stop freaking out, she’s nothing. You’re the girl for me.” Giovanni was trying to persuade me, again.

“I can’t believe I wasted my time with you. You made me give up the best thing that ever happened to me, and you go off cheating with some stupid blonde! I’m out of here!”

I turned my back, and started to head for the door. Giovanni started to follow me.

“Please, Serena don’t go. I love you. You’re the girl for me…”

Then, in the midst of an argument, Giovanni uttered the words I never expected him to say. “Marry me, Serena.”

I froze in my tracks, contemplating his proposal.

*   *   *

I took in a deep breath as I gently pulled open my armoire. My slender body was elegantly draped in a white gown. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing it. I couldn’t believe I agreed to marry Giovanni. After two months of planning, the day was finally here, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go through with it. My bridal anxieties were taking over. As I reached into the wooden drawer, my hands came across a picture frame, one I’ve forgotten for awhile. I pulled the picture frame out from under my clothes. My finger tips gently pressed over the lips of his face. It was a picture of Timothy. I forgotten I had it hidden underneath all those clothes. I started to take deep breaths, as a few tears started to fall. Not wanting to ruin my make up, I wiped the tears away and took control of my scared body. Looking into the picture’s eyes, I knew if he didn’t go overseas, maybe this day would be the day I married Timothy. But, the groom wasn’t Timothy, it was Giovanni. I promised I would marry him, and marry him is what I’ll do. Even though I was unsure of my choice, I knew it was the right thing to do. I had to move on with my life, and think about my future.

As a slight knock at the door startled me, I gently but quickly slipped the picture of Timothy back into the drawer and under my clothes. The wooden door slowly opened, and my aged father walked in. He stopped in his tracks, overwhelmed by the way I looked.

“Serena, you look beautiful!” Dad walked over to me, and gently caressed his hand down my cheek.  “I’m very proud of you, sweetie!”

I smiled, “Thank you, daddy.” “It’s time to go.” I nodded my head in agreement. Dad took my hand and led me out to the ceremony. We stood at the top of the aisle waiting for the wedding march to begin. I took an uneasy breathe, while my dad noticed how nervous I was. “Serena, are you alright?” He asked me. As I looked into his eyes, I had to tell him how unsure I was.

“Daddy, is it the right thing to do?” “Sweetie, say the word, and I’ll call it off.” I nodded my head, “I love him. I do love him.” The wedding march began with the sounds of the instruments. I had only a few seconds to think. “I can do it.” I interlocked my arm with dads, and we started to slowly walk down the aisle.

As I walked down the aisle, heel-to-heel, I followed the rhythm of the music. My heart was racing, and my palms were starting to sweat. Just as I was about to turn around and run, I looked into the eyes of my mother. She seemed so happy, and genuinely proud of me. I couldn’t turn back now, it was too late. Besides I did love Giovanni, so what’s the problem with settling?  I let out the breath that I held walking down. I joined Giovanni at the altar, and the ceremony began.

The pastor began to speak in his electrifying tone. Our vows were short and sweet. With the instruction of the pastor, Giovanni and I exchanged rings. With the power vested in the pastor, we were pronounced husband and wife. Giovanni and I shared a passionate kiss before we walked hand in hand back up the aisle.

Gaby and Chloe shared the duties of being my matron of honour. They mostly took care of the wedding preparations as I overshadowed them. They enjoyed, especially for Gaby, who’s already done this sort of thing before. Mom was so proud of me, to see the heiress of this legacy move on to the next stage of life. Mom aged into a graceful elder many months before, just like dad did too. They were soon talking about retiring from the hospital and from a medical career full of greatness! Since mom got back to work after her sick leave, she became a world renowned surgeon and was by my father’s side. They were a medical inspiration and the genius couple. They performed the most complex surgeries together, complementing one another’s talents.

Even though it’s been many years since their own wedding, mom and dad were just as in love, showing their affection for each other many times throughout the evening.

*   *   *

After the real party had started, I distanced myself from the crowd for awhile. All our close family and friends were having a ball in the reception area. I however, had other thoughts on my mind. I slowly walked outside, through the gardens and found myself in the gazebo. I closed my eyes and took in the freshness of nature. Everything seems so real outside. Nature doesn’t hide the truth. Opening my eyes, I was stunned to see a beautiful full moon looking down on me surrounded my thousands of twinkling stars.

“The moon is so beautiful.” I said, out loud to myself.

“So are you.” A deep yet familiar voice proclaimed. I spun around on my heels to gaze upon what seemed like a mirage.

“Timothy, Timothy Laine, is that really you?” I slowly asked. He nodded his head.

For the past year I prayed and wished that Timothy was back in my life. After all this time, here he was, right before my very eyes. “What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I just got back from overseas. I heard you were getting married, so I came to see you.”

“Look Timothy, you have to know that I wrote every week when I was in China. You did receive the letters; it’s just that your mother hid them from you.”

Even though he was more muscular, and his hair was shaved, it was still my Timothy. He drew closer and gently pressed his hand against my cheek. “I know. I found the letters when I got home. I’m so sorry for not trusting you.” It seemed like time around us had stopped working, and it was just us two. He gently clutched my arm and brought me closer to his lips. All those old feelings I had buried came rushing back. We passionately kissed like we’ve never kissed before. Timothy pushed me against the pillar and we made out under the stars, at my wedding to another man!

Timothy slowly pulled back, and enthusiastically said, “Let’s run away together.”

I laughed, “You’re crazy Timothy, and I just got married!”

“Serena, between me and you, we both know you don’t love him like you love me.” Timothy was right, but it was no excuse to leave Giovanni the day we got married. He deserves better than that.

“I do love Giovanni, and besides, it’s too late now. You went overseas to get away from me. I moved on.”

“We’ll just pick up where we left off. We’ll start fresh.”

I hesitated at first and after a few seconds of thinking, I agreed to it. “Okay.” “Okay?” He asked. I nodded my head.

I couldn’t believe I was going to do it, but I was. I was going to run away with the true love of my life on my wedding day.

*   *   *

*   *   *

With her thick Chinese accent, Kei tried her best to bid her farewells. “Goodbye Serena!” She wrapped her long arms around me, trying to cover up the tears that crept down her cheek. After six long months in Shang Simla, it was time to fly back home especially since my training was complete. We stood in front of Ling’s academy, saying goodbye to one another. Ling, however, stood tall with his arms behind his back. He wasn’t a very emotional man, and kept his feelings to himself. I knew he was going to miss me, the same way I was going to miss him. After all, we spent the last six months in each other’s company. He was my teacher and I was his pupil.

I waved good bye as I started walking down the Shang Simla Mountain.  Just as I looked back, I can see Kei and Ling comforting each other as I made my way back down to the village. I’ve spent a deal of great time at this little dwelling in the side of this mountain. I learned a lot from Ling, and I thank him for everything he’s taught me. But, it was time to get back to my world and see my family. I promised I’d be back to Shang Simla, to become the grand master of martial arts. Even though my dream was years ahead, I felt deep down that it was honestly going to happen.

After a short train ride out to China, I boarded a large plane that took me back to Sunset Valley. I sat near the window, saying goodbye to the country I’ve come to love. Although I would miss my intense training under a great master, I longed to see my family after so much time apart. I was anxious to see Timothy again after all this time. I promised him I’d be here only two months, but Ling had another time limit on his mind. Being away from Timothy made me realize I do need him in my life even if I wasn’t too quick on admitting that fact. I wrote vibrant letters to him every week, detailing my every experience here in Shang Simla, except for my unfortunate indiscretions with Giovanni Marcello. He was a man of my fantasy and I vowed to never see him again, especially since he ran off the morning after our night together. He was just a distant thought lingering far behind in my mind, one I had no plans of looking through.

A black stretched limo awaited my arrival at the Sunset Valley International Airport. I got into the car, and the driver immediately drove me to my home on top of the hill. As the limousine drove up around the corner, I was astonished to see an unfamiliar building standing in the place of the home I once grew up in. My jaw dropped as the limo stopped in front of the lavish home. It was a newly built home, the one I drew up many months ago. I always planned on rebuilding the house, but I never expected my family to do it! The red wood that wrapped around the exterior of the home contrasted well with the dark bricks. An Asian styled roof covered the top of the house while a large balcony to the left stood tall. It was truly the house of my dreams!

I quickly opened the limousine door and ran to greet my family. Mom, dad, Gaby, Chloe and the twins stood on the front lawn, all happy to see me. I ran into my mother’s arms and hugged her ever so tightly.

“Mom, it’s amazing. How did you know?” She smiled, as if she was caught.

“Well, after you left I cleaned your room and found plans for a new house. We decided to get it built as a surprise for your return!”

I stood back, admiring my new home. It was simply breathtaking, and a large mansion at that! Mom went on to tell me that it’s the biggest house the Halliwell family has ever seen. It has eight bedrooms, and eight coordinating bathrooms. It also has a fully equipped large kitchen, with three living rooms and a martial arts room just for me!

I clapped my hands and jumped excitedly up and down! “Thank you, thank you, and thank you!”

Mom and dad smiled proudly as they saw me run into my new home. Mom wasn’t exaggerating, the new home was huge! It has even more room than the family needs. Gaby and Chloe showed me around the house, explaining every room in great detail. Everything was just like how I once envisioned it. It was perfect!

*   *   *

After a full day of excitement and travelling, when the darkness of the night rolled around I sat comfortably in my new backyard. There was a specific area of lounge chairs that rested in the far corner of the estate. I sat thinking about the past few years, and where I’ve gotten myself. I admired my determination to advance in the martial arts skill. I regretted not telling Timothy how I did love him, and I regret sleeping with a foreign Italian man. My mind wondered off, and my eyes started to close. I dazed off for a short while under the star lit sky. As I heard the crumpling sound of footsteps along the freshly cut green grass, my eyes popped open. I quickly jumped out of the plush chair, and surveyed my surroundings. A tall, muscular man was walking towards me. With his dark long hair, I instantly recognized the figure.

“What are you doing here?”

“Scusa, Serena, your mother told me you were out back.” His thick Italian accent was just as amazing as the night we met back in China. As he was walking closer to me, I put my hands up in the air, signalling him to stop. “Please Giovanni, you can’t be here. I have a boyfriend. It was mistake, our night back at that hotel.”

“But, I can’t get you out of my mind Serena.” I sighed, trying to ignore his attractiveness.

“I thought you said you had to head back to Italy.”

“And I did go back to Italia. But I realized I needed to see you, to be with you.”

“No, Giovanni, No. I have a boyfriend whom I love very deeply. I never planned to sleep with you, and it was mistake I regret!”

“You can’t deny the connection we have between us. I won’t let you deny it, because it’s not right. We click so well together. It’s so easy to talk to you, and…and,”

“and what?” I abruptly asked.

“and your eyes shine with the light from the sun.”

As those words were uttered from Giovanni’s luscious lips, my heart instantly melted. He was doing it again. He was seducing me with his suave Italian moves.

Giovanni stood directly in front of me. He whispered delicate words in my ear. I felt his hot breath down my neck and his soft, but buff hands gently rubbing up and down my arm.

“Please Serena, give me a chance.” I didn’t know what to do, or even say. I loved Timothy, I really did, but here was an Italian photographer I couldn’t resist begging me to love him. Everything was happening way too fast for me. It seemed like by life was turning around me, without me moving. Just as I closed my eyes, Giovanni’s lips gently brushed up against mine. I shook my head and pushed him away. “I’m sorry Giovanni, but I love Timothy.” Even though it seemed like the wrong thing to do, I knew where my heart lay.

I looked over Giovanni’s shoulder and saw fuming Timothy standing in our shadows. My gut sank, just as Timothy started to walk away. He saw Giovanni and me together, even though nothing happened tonight.

I moved out of Giovanni’s tight embrace and ran after Timothy. As he was walking away, I yelled after him.

“Timothy, it’s not what it looks like. Please, Timothy, come back!” As I stood with tears in my eyes, Timothy turned around, and angrily walked up to me.

“How could you do this to me, Serena? I told you how I felt about you, and obviously you feel differently.”

“No, no, I love you Timothy. There I said it, please Timothy, nothing happened between us. He’s just a guy I met in Shang Simla.”

“What is he doing here then, if he’s just a guy you met in China?”

I didn’t know if I should tell him what really happened between Givoanni and me are not. I also knew I didn’t want to lie to Timothy. I lowered my head, and spoke slightly above a whisper, “We slept together…”

I waited for a response, but Timothy was motionless. “Look Timothy, it was nothing, we were drunk and fooling around. There’s nothing going on between us, I promise. Timothy, I love you.”

I was trying to reassure Timothy about how I felt about him. But he wasn’t buying.

“China’s been such an experience for you, Serena. You promised to write and I never got a letter. You promised to be faithful, and you cheated on me!”

“What? No, Timothy, I wrote a letter every week and sent it out every time. I swear. ”

As he was walking away, he yelled back, “Save it Serena. You were never a good liar.”

That was it. We were over. He walked out of our relationship without looking back.

*   *   *

Since my return from China, I entered myself into various sparring and martial arts tournaments around the city. To my surprise, there were many other Sims like myself who found a liking to the martial arts skill. Even though many of my opponents were skilled, none of them had the raw talent and dedication like I did. Thanks to Ling’s training I was always a step ahead from my opponents. When they moved, I moved. When they jumped, I jumped. They were no match for me, and soon enough, I went on to win all the sparring tournaments in the Valley!

This afternoon, when I won against another opponent, mom had come down to the arena to watch me do what I do best. She sat in awe as she saw me dance in the air. I was very skilled, and she knew it! After the match had finished, mom had come down to congratulate me.

“Congratulations sweetie, you really are a champ!”

“Thanks, mom. You didn’t have to come down here.” I replied.

She shook her head, “I wanted to see what the whole town was talking about with my very own eyes. It seems like China did you some good!”

I stayed quiet as my eyes roamed around. I was ignoring my mother’s statement. “Honey, what’s wrong? You’ve been different ever since you got back from your trip.”

“It’s Timothy, mom. We broke up.”

Mom gasped just as she covered her mouth. “What? When? You two were perfect together.”

“I know mom, but I betrayed him. I slept with this Italian guy in China. I had to tell him, and I did. He walked away from me, and I haven’t heard from him since.”

She seemed disappointed in me for cheating on my boyfriend, but I also knew she had some words of wisdom to pass on.

“Serena, if you really do love him, why don’t you try to make things right?”

“Mom, I can’t. He thinks I’m a liar, and he doesn’t want to see me. I wrote letters to him every week, and he said he never received them.”

Mom’s hands went up in the air, “Well, there could be so many reasons for that. I’m sure the Chinese mail wasn’t working right. Go and see him.”

I smiled, and nodded my head. She was right, there were other reasons for him not to get my letters and it wasn’t because I didn’t write them. Just as I started to leave the arena to visit Timothy, mom called out,

“Don’t be late for the twin’s birthday party!”

*   *   *

After getting an inspirational speech from my mother, I decided to head over to Timothy’s. I’ve never been to his house. Timothy always made up excuses to avoid staying over at his place. But, as I drove by the blue Victorian cottage, it seemed like an adorable, modest home. I parked the car along the road and walked up the porch to the front door of the blue suburban. The house seemed run down, but very symmetrical. I rang the old door knob a few times, waiting for a response. Through the side window, I could see a figure nearing the front door. I held my breath to see if Timothy would open the door. But, as the wooden door slammed open, an elderly woman appeared in its mists. She was dressed in waitress type clothes with a grey Mohawk.

“Hi, um…is this the Laine residence?” I shyly asked.

The woman rudely retorted, “Who’s asking?”

“I’m Serena.” There was a slight pause between the old woman and me. It looked like Mrs. Laine was thinking about my identity.

“Come on in.” She responded.

walked through the front door and walked into a small, modest living room. There were only the bare minimums for a home. The furniture was untaken care of and seemed raggedy. As my nose sniffed the stale air, I seemed to smell such a foul aroma. Seeing my unpleasant reaction, Mrs. Laine responded, “Oh, don’t mind that smell. I just finished cooking.” I smiled, nodding my head. Mrs. Laine headed towards an uncomfortable looking sofa. She signalled me to join her on the couch. I slowly walked over to the living space, trying to avoid contact with the ants and bugs that roamed all over the place.

Just as I sat down, Mrs. Laine started to ask a few questions, “Serena, why did you stop by?”

“Well, I wanted to speak to Timothy. I needed to tell him a few things. Is he here?”

She shook her head in disagreement, “No, he enlisted in the army a few days ago. He left overseas this morning.” My jaw dropped in disbelief; Timothy left the country and didn’t bother to tell me.

“Why would he do such a thing?” I asked.

Mrs. Laine took a while to respond, after rolling her dark eyes. “Serena, Timothy told me everything about you. My guess is that he wanted to get away from it all, especially you.”

I can see it was going to be a tough and long afternoon at the Laine residence, especially after noticing Mrs. Laine’s feelings about me.

“Mrs. Laine, I never meant to her Timothy. I really do love him, and I wish I could tell him that. But whatever he told you happened in Shang Simla was a mistake.”

She grew closer to me, and whispered, “I was once like you, Serena. I was young, vibrant and pretty. I was careless and thought about nobody but myself. Until I got pregnant with Timothy, everything changed, especially my life. My parents kicked me out of their house; I had no money and no job…”

“I’m not like that Mrs. Laine, I love your son and I would give anything to be with him.”

“Look, it’s a good thing my son got away. He has some unresolved issues about his father leaving and all. He blames my divorce on himself. He has some pretty scary demons built up inside, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

I didn’t understand what she was saying. Timothy was such a sweet and innocent guy who helps others when he has the chance.

“I wrote letters to him every week when I was in China. I want Timothy to know that I did, even though he didn’t receive them.”

Mrs. Laine laughed, “He did receive them.” A face of confusion fell over my face. Timothy yelled about not receiving the dozens of letters I wrote to him. She pulled a box out from under the coffee table and opened it. She tilted the brown box and let all the air mail letters fall onto a platter. I picked up one of the many letters and realized they were all mine.

“Why did he say he didn’t get them if they’re right here?”

“I hid them from him. I knew if he didn’t hear from you he’d give up on this relationship.”

Pieces started to click in my mind. Everything was coming into order.

“Why would you do such a thing?” I asked.

“Serena, you seem like a nice girl. But, ever since Timothy was born I knew he was destined for greatness. That’s why I saved money to send him to the best boarding school, and that is why I will not let a silly little rich girl get in his way of becoming the leader of the free world. My son will become president, and without any distractions.”

My heart was beating faster, and sweat drops began to fall. My palms were shaky as I learned the truth from Timothy’s mom. She’s the one that came between us, and made it seem like I forgot about him.

I stood up, “I…I have to go.”

“Please Serena, don’t take it personal. A mother’s got to do what a mother’s got to do.”

I nodded my head and ran out the door in tears.

Just as I got home, Evan and Ethan were blowing out the candles on their chocolate cakes. The family gathered in the new kitchen with streamers and noise makers, cheering on the children that would soon become teenagers. I quickly grabbed a noise maker and ran into the kitchen, joining in on the festivities. I wiped away the tears that remained and plastered a fake smile on my face. Even though I felt sick on the inside, I made my family believe my life was perfectly okay, when in reality it wasn’t.

As they made their birthday wish, the twins were surrounded by vibrant sparkles and a transformation occurred. Their once small, short bodies turned into the bodies of young men. They were taller, more muscular and their voices were deeper. Evan and Ethan finally entered teenage hood.

After our little birthday party for the twins was over, the doorbell went off. As I helped mom clean up in the kitchen I can hear Evan answer the front door.

“Hello?”

“Yes, may I speak with Serena?”

By the sound of his deep, Italian accent, I instantly knew who it was. Evan hollered after me to greet the foreign man standing on our front porch. I quickly walked over to Giovanni and joined him on the front deck.

“Giovanni, what are you doing here?”

“Serena, I know you blame me for breaking you and Timothy up. I’m sorry how everything happened. But, I won’t let you deny the chemistry we have. I’ve never felt this way for another girl before. Please, just give me a chance.”

As he finished his rant, Giovanni pulled out a beautiful, romantic bouquet of red roses. I smiled at the wonderful gesture of affection. “Thank you.”

I took in a deep breath and though about his proposition. Timothy and I were over, seeing that he was somewhere over seas. His mother clearly doesn’t want me to be with him, and Timothy lost his trust in me. I hurt him, and I’ll never know if I can regain his trust. He was gone, and I wouldn’t let chemistry go to waste.

“Giovanni, you’re very good at persuasion.”

He smiled, “All Italian men are good at persuasion.”

Even though I knew I still loved Timothy deep down, I had to give Giovanni a chance.

*   *   *

*   *   *

“Boys, give me my keys!” I yelled after my childish twin brothers. Evan and Ethan had found my car keys and decided to hide them from me, ultimately making me late from an important date. Chasing them around the house, my family members laughed at my hopeless attempts to retrieve my keys from the two little terrorists.

“I’m serious boys; give me back my car keys!” They ignored me and ran up into the remodelled tree house outback that I used when I was their age. I stopped in my tracks, debating if I should climb up the tree house, or just take a cab down to the park. I had a date with Timothy, one of many this week. Since we graduated from Smuggsworth Prep School a few months ago, we’ve been seeing a lot more of each other.

I threw my hands up into the air, and with an irritated voice, “Oh, screw it! I’m coming up boys!” Instantly, Evan popped his head out of the tree house window, and yelled “No!” He pointed at a sign with a symbol of a female and a huge “x” over it.

“No girls allowed!” The twins mocked. “I’m going to be late for my date!” I protested. Evan and Ethan both looked at each other and giggled. “Are you going to meet Uncle Timothy?” I nodded my head, “He’s not your uncle…yet. Just give me my keys, please?”

They ducked their heads back into the tree house and didn’t show their faces for a few minutes. I waited, irritated, down below. Then, the twins showed themselves out again. This time, they both had a mischievous smile on their faces, followed by a tin bucket filled with water. “Boys, don’t you dare!” I screamed. They laughed and dropped water all over me. I shook my head as I wiped the water out of my face. I giggled to myself, realizing I was the same at their age. They dropped my keys and hid.

*   *   *

After a quick shower, and a change of clothes, I drove down to the park like a crazy person, trying not to be late. I stepped foot onto the green grass of Central Park and looked for Timothy. He was lying in the middle of the park, by a bushel of trees, surrounded by a picnic basket. I swiftly walked over to him and greeted him.

“Hey Timothy, sorry I’m late. Those little monsters I call my brothers hid my car keys again.” I smiled, as he stood up to kiss me.

“Well, boys will be boys.” He gently planted a moist kiss on my rosy cheek. “You can say that again!” I proclaimed. Timothy took my hand and led me to a chequered red and white picnic blanket. He was very romantic, and simple. Mainly because he didn’t have a fortune to his name, the way I did. But, I enjoyed going on simple dates, and eating at fast food diners. It was all so sweet.

We sat down on the cotton blanket just as Timothy took out the chicken salad sandwiches. He had made them himself early this morning for our date. Once we finished, Timothy lied down, gently placing his head on my lap.

He gazed into my eyes, “I love you.”

My eyes widened as I couldn’t believe my ears. He never said the three most coveted words before, never. Here we were, in the middle of central park, and he said he loved me. I didn’t respond at first, I didn’t know what to say. We had strong feelings for each other, but I didn’t expect Timothy to say those three little words.

“Too soon?” He asked, with a confused look. I shook my head, “No, no, I…I just, didn’t expect it.”

I can see his eyes waiting for me to say the same thing back to him. But, I wasn’t ready, not just yet. Timothy sat upright, facing me now. “You do feel the same way, right?” My mouth opened, prepared to react, but now words came out. “I, I, I…I…” His once happy go lucky face started to turn gloomy.

“Timothy, thank you, but I’m not ready to say it. Surely, you can’t expect me to say it, just because you did.” He sadly nodded his head, and changed the subject.

“How was the chicken sandwich?” He asked.

“It was great.” There was an awkward tension between us, just because I didn’t say three simple words back to him. I gently passed my soft hand down his cheek.

“Look Timothy, I didn’t come here to make you mad. I do feel the same way, but I didn’t expect for you to say it this early. I came here to tell you that I’m going away, and now you’re mad at me.” His eyebrow rose.

“What do you mean by “going away?” Timothy asked. “Oh, well, I’m going to China to train.”

“Serena, I told you I couldn’t afford the trip.” He protested. “I know, I know, but this is something I have to do for myself. I’m going to train under one of the best sim fu artists.”

“How long will you be gone?” Timothy asked. “Well, for now I’m only going for a few months, but…”

“A few months?” His eyeballs popped out of their sockets. “I’ll write once a week, I promise.”

“Why would you need to write if there’s a telephone.”

“I’m training in a small village. There’s no service there.” Timothy seemed disappointed that he wouldn’t be joining me on my trip. I offered to pay for him so he can accompany me, but he refused. He stated that if he wanted to do something, he had to afford it.

“Well, bon voyage!” We both stood up, as I told him my plane left the next morning. We bid our goodbyes, and I was off.

I made the long journey to China alone. Once the plane arrived, I was instructed to take a connecting train to the small village of Shang Simla. As the speeding train swiftly moved through the Shang Simla Mountains, I was breath taken by the beautiful landscapes. It seemed like an image out of a Kodak due to the picturesque vistas.

After a few hours on train, we arrived in the quaint village of Shang Simla with a local population of just under two hundred. I, one of many, searched for the base camp that became my shelter for the time being. It was a large abode hinged to the side of the rocky mountain. It took a thousand steps just to reach the front door. Once I settled myself in, I sat down and began writing my first letter to Timothy.

Dear Timothy,

            I just arrived in Shang Simla. It’s a beautiful, quaint village in the outskirts of China. After a long flight, I had to take a connecting train to get here. Everything seems so picturesque and like it was taken out of a storybook. I settled myself in a tourist hotel that’s lodged in the side of the Shang Simla Mountain. My view from my small room is breath taking. I can see the whole village from here! I’m planning to hike up the mountain tomorrow to find Ling. I’ve asked around and it’s rumoured Ling is nearly 150 years old! I’ve heard from the locals that he is very talented in martial arts, and is the perfect teacher for a Sim like me. I’m so excited to learn from the best and train with him. I sense that this adventure would bring me so much closer to achieving my dream! I miss you so much, and I promise to write every week!

From,

Serena

Once a week, every week from the time I arrived in Shang Simla, I took the liberty in writing letters to Timothy documenting my adventures here in China.

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As the sun began to rise, I got out of bed and prepared myself for the journey ahead. The locals said it took at least a full day to reach the top of the Shang Simla Mountain, where Ling is supposed to reside. I packed the necessities and made my way up the rocky mountain. My only motivation was the training I’d be receiving in the next few weeks. I’d become the grand master one day. I thought to myself.

Just as the sun was beginning to set over the colossal mountain, a dwelling could be seen in the near distance. I walked faster, in hopes to meet the legend himself. As I stepped foot on the grounds of the dwelling, I called out, “Hello? Anyone here?” There were signs of habitation, so I made my way up the stairs. After climbing up a mountain, the steps seemed easy as pie. 

As I peered through the small opening of the dwelling, I was faced with what seemed like an ancient kitchen. There were a few rustic pieces of furniture accompanied with table of utilities. A slender, aged woman with her grey hair tied in a bun stood in the far corner of the small room. As I took a few steps closer, she turned around and smiled. With a think Chinese accent she welcomed me.  

“Nín hǎo!”

“Hello there!” I responded as I waved to the Chinese woman. She put down the pot she held in her hands, and made her way over to me. She began speaking to me in her mother tongue, as if I could understand every word she was saying. I raised my hand up in the air and shook my head, signalling I did not understand what she was saying. The wrinkled lady nodded her head and pointed to herself. “Kei!” I smiled, understanding her name was Kei.

I pointed to myself, “Serena!” Kei wrapped her arms around me in a welcoming embrace. She started to walk and motioned me to follow her.

We walked through an arch way, and down a flight of steps. She led me to an open area where a skinny, old man sat on the floor. There were training dummies and breaking boards around him. He wore a large straw hat, and wore custom Chinese attire. I assumed the man was Ling. Kei excused herself and walked away. I stood behind Ling, intimidated by his presence. His back was facing me, and it seemed like he was in some form of meditation. I stood patiently, not wanting to interrupt him.

“Welcome, Serena.” A deep, electrifying voice could be heard from the man. “Hello, Ling.” I responded.

Ling slowly stood up, and made his was over to me.

His physique was slender, but he was obviously strong and toned. I stood in front of him, shocked to my very core. He seemed to know a very basic form of English. I was glad to discover communication wouldn’t be a problem.

“Serena Halliwell, you’ve come to me to learn the secrets of Sim Fu.” He proclaimed. I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying not to show Ling how intimidated I was.

“Yes, master.”

“Listen closely my student. In their pure form, the martial arts demand the intense awareness of the meditative mind, and have nothing to do with anger or wanton aggression. A practitioner is taught from the outset that the skills must never be used for personal gain, but only in self-defence or in the protection of others — and even then only enough force as is absolutely necessary should be used.” I nodded my head in agreement as Ling continued to speak, “You will not fight for at least a month. We must train your mind to receive the most precious gifts of all. The gift of meditation will allow you to discover your true nature and enlightenment.”

It was very clear that Ling was a man full of pure wisdom. Even though I didn’t understand what he was saying, I nodded my head in agreement. I was here to learn from the best.

Ling was true to his words. For weeks I did not lift a finger against an opponent, I did not even enter a sparring arena. Instead, I was taught the art of meditation and connecting back with the basics of Sim Fu. Ling would meditate with me at night. The darkness of the night was the calmest time of the day to free one’s mind in order to meditate properly. Ling, being the expert that he is, would always reach a level of meditation higher than mine. He rose above the ground and hovered in the air, continuing with his soothing chants. I was spellbound at the sight of his ability. Seeing his ability to float in mid air frustrated me. Ling made it seem so easy, and it only pushed me even more to obtain that level of meditation. Every session, Ling would repeat to clear my mind.

Then, one night, it happened. I didn’t know how, but suddenly a huge weight was lifted off from my shoulders and when I opened my eyes, I was hovering above the ground. I floated in amazement alongside Ling. I smiled and cheered myself on as I reached the next level of meditation.

Ling silently nodded his head in approval. Once the session was over Ling said, “Now, it’s time to train the body.”

After I learned how to control my mind through meditation, Ling thought it was wise to continue onto the next phase of my training. I started to train again using the martial arts dummy. Ling was a very different teacher then from my lessons back home. He knew what I was doing right, and he knew what I was doing wrong. Ling only spoke when he thought it was necessary and taught me the most precise moves.

Ling also demonstrated with the breaking boards. Instead of the standard foam or wood, Ling placed a heavy space rock on the board and chopped it in half! He made it seem so easy and effortless. But, my efforts with the breaking board were less than successful. I had no problem slicing foam in two with my rigid hand, but oak was a different story. The more I tried, the worse my hand felt. But, I never gave up and I could see Ling admired that quality in me. After days of countless efforts, I chopped oak in two and moved on to sturdier materials. Eventually I was able to chop space rock the same way Ling had done.

Besides training with the martial arts dummy and chopping materials on the board breaker, Ling and I sparred hours a day. During my lessons back at home, I was forced to fight and hurt my opponent. But with Ling, I was taught to defend. As I jumped, twirled and kicked in the air, it seemed like Ling and I were dancing a waltz above ground. Every time we were sparring, it seemed like delicate music played and we were dancing partners instead of sparring opponents.

*   *   *

Even though I spent months training at Lings and Kei’s dwelling, I also took the time near the end of my journey to engulf myself with the rich culture of Shang Simla. I picked up a few important phrases from the locals and shopped around, collecting common relics while learning new vibrant recipes. I spent my days at the village’s market, socializing with the kind and polite Chinese locals. I also sight seed a bit, taking in the ancient history that surrounds the village of Shang Simla.

One night, while having a few egg rolls in the market store, a foreign man spoke loudly on what seemed to be a cell phone with service.

“Dove sei, Luca. Ho aspettato mezz’ora per ricevere i documenti.” The tall man was speaking a language not familiar to my ears. It sounded like Italian words that flowed beautifully out of his luscious lips. As I finished the last egg roll, the dark haired man walked over to my table, and began to speak with me.

“Scusa signora, is this seat taken?” Even though he spoke English, he still had a strong Italian accent. An accent I was heavily attracted to.

“Oh, no, you can sit here.” I smiled, gazing into his beautiful eyes. As he sat down, he introduced himself. “My name is Giovanni Marcello, sono un fotografo, from Italy!”

“I’m Serena Halliwell.” I can tell there was a strong sexual chemistry between us. “I’m waiting for my business associate.” I nodded, “I just finished a plate of egg rolls.”

“Say, do you want to walk around with me?”

“What about your business associate?”

“Luca can wait.” I smiled and got up from my seat, grabbed Giovanni’s buff arm and walked out into the darkness of the night.

After a passionate, romantic night with an Italian photographer, I found myself half naked in his arms. Just as I gently caressed Giovanni’s chest, all my thoughts about the people at home waiting for me drifted far away. My fears of commitment, my dreams of martial arts faded away just for a few minutes. Right now, I was enjoying myself, even if I knew I was going to regret it the next morning.

*   *   *

I had the dream again. I’ve had it a few times before, but this time there was something different about it. It felt so real, yet I knew it couldn’t be true.

I stood alone in what seemed like an empty grave yard. The crescent moon lit my surroundings just like it’s done in the past. This time, there was an airy gloom, and an unidentifiable aroma filling the air. Dark smoke hovered slightly above the ground. I stopped in my tracks, as I laid my eyes on the marble tombstone that laid in front of me. My heart dropped to the floor as I read the inscription: Here Lies Tamara Halliwell; Beloved mother, wife, and doctor.

My green eyes pierced opened, and brought me back to reality.

I quickly looked around, and started to identify my surroundings. I was in my dorm, on my bed, having a panic attack. I placed my hand over my racing heart, trying to calm myself down with deep and slow breaths. I swallowed the lump in my throat and realized it was all a nightmare. It was a nightmare that keeps haunting me.

I looked above me; Gaby was sleeping on the top bunk. I gently whispered, “Gaby, Gaby, are you awake?” A few irritated grunts and grumbles could be heard from the top bunk, “Now I am.”

“Can we talk, please?” I sat up right in my bed, waiting for a response from my older sister. “What’s up?” A more wide awake Gabriella responded.

“I had the dream again, you know, where I see mom’s tombstone.” Gaby nodded her head, “Don’t think of it. Just empty your mind and try to fall asleep.

I didn’t respond, instead I sat in silence, thinking. “Gaby, do you think she’ll die?” My sister let out a loud helpless sigh, “Mom’s stable, Serena. She’s stable, and for now that’s all that matters…Now go back to bed.” With that Gaby placed her head on the pillow, and instantly fell back asleep. I however relaxed in my bed, thinking about the words my sister previously uttered.

She was right. Mom was stable, the doctor’s resuscitated her and her vitals started to rise. The dream all started when Gaby, Chloe, and me, were thrown in this dingy, cold, and colossal school a few weeks ago. Mom’s been stable since the last time we saw her, she’s just stable.

Smuggsworth Prep School was one of the most influential and powerful boarding schools in Sim City. It was the place where the richest Sims in the entire valley sent their kids who would later become successful businessmen, doctors, and politicians. Naturally, my sisters and I fell in that category. When mom told us about her condition, she also told us about our more enriched education. None of us protested our sick mother, we just went with it. This brings us here, to an enormous, luxurious, and expansive school run by an elderly, cold, and snobbish woman. Gaby, Chloe, and I were dressed in our prep school attire. We had to wear a blue jacket with white piping holding the school’s logo accompanied by a simple blue skirt. The dream all started the first night we arrived at Smuggsworth. I remember the day as if it was yesterday…

The three of us anxiously got off the bus, waiting to see our future school, hidden behind a set of large trees and a huge metal fence. The headmistress stood tall by the granite fountain in the courtyard of the school. Her grey hair was woven tightly in an up do, as she wore a beige fur dress. She had a smug, snobbish look on her face, telling the world she thought she was the best. The three of us lined up one after the other, as Mrs. Longbottom introduced herself. She went on a boring rant about how she built this school from the ground and up and turned it to what it is today.  We all politely nodded our heads; as Mrs. Longbottom went on to give us a long tour of Smuggsworth Prep School.

Once her tour and every explanation of every expansive antique in the school were over, Mrs. Longbottom showed the three of us to our dorm. We were instructed to a four bed dorm, which we had to share with another shy, bookworm of a girl. I opened the wooden door with the key we were all given and walked into a bright, pink walled dorm. Chloe’s jaw dropped as she excitably went off to fill the boudoir with most of her clothes. As Gaby went to choose her bunk, I introduced myself to the girl sitting on the colourful couch.

I stretched out my hand, and introduced my self, “Hi, I’m Serena Halliwell, and these are my sisters, Gaby and Chloe.”

The pigtailed girl didn’t even budge; she didn’t even raise her head to acknowledge my existence. I looked over at Chloe, where she rolled her eyes. I repeated myself, this time, much louder.

“Hi, I’m Serena Halliwell!” The girl slammed shut her book, and looked up. She rudely proclaimed, “I heard you the first time.”

She stood up, and spoke, “I’m Jesse Kiss. I came to this school not to make friends, but to become the greatest doctor this valley has ever seen.” I smiled, and was about to tell her about my medical heritage. She quickly pointed at one of the bunks, “That’s mine. None of you get near my stuff or I will personally make your time here a living hell…” She looked at all of us with an intimidating look, “Got it?”

The three of us nodded our heads before I said, “Gosh, sorry to disturb you.”

Besides our rude and snobbish roommate, our time at Smuggsworth Prep School was enjoyable. We learned about all the different cultures the Sim world has to offer. We learned new and refreshing skills. We also learned the wonders of chemistry and physics. I personally, took a liking to mixing chemicals to discover new potions. It was my favourite class at the prep school. It was an hour where I was free, and made my own decisions about which chemicals to mix, and which chemicals to not mix.

Once the day was over, and we had our afternoons off I did not forget about my true passion, martial arts. Surprisingly, there was a small martial arts arena in the back of the school where a few students went to practice their skill. It wasn’t the same to my lessons back home, but I was more determined to improve my flow. I enjoyed my alone time with the martial arts dummy. I practiced, and practiced until I perfected each move. I felt my mind and body slowly becoming one. After all, that was the goal of martial arts.

His name was Timothy Laine. I’ve noticed him a few times when we would practice in the arena a few times a week. He seemed overly confident with the development of his skill. But, I could see he didn’t have the true raw talent like I did. I’ve also seen him around the school a few times, mostly in the dining room. We didn’t have any classes together, but he seemed intriguing. One afternoon, while I was breaking wood, Timothy came over to chat.

“I’ve never properly introduced myself, I’m Timothy Laine.” He smiled, and showed his pearly whites.

I shook his hand, “Nice to meet you Timothy, I’m Serena Halliwell.” His eyes widened, “So, you’re part of the trio the whole schools talking about.”

I was surprised to hear that, but I guess it’s normal when three girls arrive mid-semester.

I crossed my arms, “Well, I hope its good things.” Timothy quickly responded, “Oh, don’t worry, it’s nothing but good stuff. Everyone’s just wondering why three sisters joined our school so quickly, and this late.”

“Let me guess, they sent you over to investigate?” I had the perfect opportunity to test his real martial arts skill. “How about this, let’s spar. If you beat me, I’ll tell you why we’re here, but if I win, our arrival stays a mystery.”

I confidently smiled, as I see Timothy starting to back away. He looked at his watch, “I don’t think there’s enough time.” “What’s the matter, are you scared a girls going to beat you?” He shook his head, and we began sparring.

Timothy, being the young gentleman that he is, let me have the first move. I quickly kicked him in his side, and as he moved to protect himself my right arm flew over his head, and rammed into his shoulder. Timothy, tumbled back, shocked at the level of my skill.

“I told you I was good.” He smiled, and stretched his arm, trying to ram it into my shoulder. But, I quickly raised my arm and blocked his hit. Holding his arm in the air, I used my other hand to jab him in the gut. He grabbed his stomach in slight pain, but he didn’t give up. This time, he came back harder. He kicked his leg up in the air, and almost hit my face. I slightly moved and grabbed his foot, flipping him onto the ground. A loud thump could be heard as Timothy hit the ground. I brought my hands together in delight. It was my first win against another opponent and I felt so proud of myself.

I stood proud as Timothy struggled to get back onto his feet. I gently grabbed his hand, and helped my defeated opponent up. I smiled, as Timothy rose to face me. He swallowed the lump in his throat, as he shook of the dust from his pants. His shoulders curved in, signalling his defeat.  He spoke slightly above a whisper, “I guess I’ll never know about you’re arrival.”

I smiled, while raising one eye brow, “It’ll always be a mystery.”

With that, I turned my back to him and slowly walked away as mysterious as possible. I tried to act like a Bond girl, being mysterious and all.

As my fascination with chemistry grew, more potion discoveries were added to my list. I was a wiz at discovering new mixes with all sorts of side effects. But, being a rebellious girl at heart, I uncovered a chemical mixture that when brought together produces the most foul smell I’ve ever experienced. I called it the stink juice, and used it to my advantage. The school’s library was full more than usual. Students were doing their homework, while others were researching on the computers. It was the perfect opportunity to pull a marvellous prank. I casually walked to the middle of the room, and gently placed a chemical bottle on the floor after mixing the chemicals that produced my stick juice. I walked away and hid behind a bookcase. Within seconds, a green smoke rose, and with it, brought an incredibly foul smell. Everyone in the room, except me, was puking all over the place due to the potion. I stood behind the bookcase laughing at their misery.

I was a rebel at heart, and this was my best prank to date. But, my laughs were short lived just as the headmistress rushed in with her electrifying voice. Everyone looked around the room for a suspect, but only two of us were chosen for investigation.

I sat in silence on a wooden bench right outside of Mrs. Longbottom’s office, pondering my actions. I was proud of the prank I pulled off. It was the most devious and difficult one yet. But, everyone else thought it was stupid. So, I found myself sitting outside of the headmistress’ office, waiting for my sentence. As I was reliving the prank in my mind, the red majestic door slightly opened and a boy walked out. He wasn’t just any boy, it was Timothy! As he turned to face me, I had a confused look on my face.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I knew it was you.”

He slowly walked by me, and sat down right next to me on the wooden bench. I crossed my arms, and turned away from him. I couldn’t believe he told on me. I was going to make up some excuse to try and get out of my punishment, but he told on me. I had everything planned out it my head, but Timothy had to go and screw it all up.

“Look, I know what you’re thinking right now.” I ignored him. “You’re probably saying to yourself how I told on you.” I slowly turned my head to look him straight in the eyes. “I didn’t say it was you, Serena.”

“Really, so why did you just walk out of the ice queen’s office?” I angrily asked. “I told her I planted the stink juice. I told her it was my prank.”

My jaw dropped, “Why did you do that, especially after I kicked your butt!” Timothy shrugged his shoulders, “Because I like you, and where I come from, we do things like this.”

I didn’t know what to say. Timothy just told me how he felt about me, and I just sat there. “Thank you.”

We both gazed into each other’s eyes. Suddenly, I was starting to feel the same way for him. Just as our lips were nearing each other, Mrs. Longbottom yelled from inside of her office for me.

I quickly got up, waved goodbye, and walked into the ice queen’s office.

As I walked into the headmistress’ office, I walked in amazement. Her walls were decorated with the expansive masterpieces, and fur rugs rested on the floors. Large marble statues lay in every corner, and the ice queen sat behind her wooden desk.

“Please, Ms. Halliwell, do sit down.” I pulled back the chair, and sat down.

“I won’t yell, I won’t scream. I won’t even get mad, simply because Mr. Timothy Laine already confessed to the idiotic prank pulled early this afternoon.” She spoke with such elegance and grace. “Now, we both know who actually did this…this, horrible thing.” She raised an eyebrow and looked me down. She knew I did, and I knew I did.

“A gentleman like Mr. Laine wants to take the blame, and I shall let him take the blame.”

“But, Mrs. Longbottom, I won’t let him do that.” I protested. She raised her hand, to stop me from talking. “Listen hear you little infinite girl, when a man wants to do a grand gesture like this, you let him. You don’t protest, or complain. Is that clear?”

I nodded my head, “Yes mame.”

Even though she was whispering, there was still an intimidating and electrifying tone in her voice, “Now, Serena, I won’t let you, or your sisters make a mockery of my school. I spent years, decades, building this school into what it is today. It is an honour for you to walk these halls, do you hear me?”

Once again, I simply nodded my head in agreement.

She continued her rant, “After your sick mother called me to take you three in. I felt bad for her. It’s such a shame to see such an astonishing doctor who soon will not practice medicine any longer.” I wanted to jump over the wooden desk and wrap my hands around that witches neck. I wanted to strangle the life out of that woman, but I composed myself as she spoke badly about my mother.

“You will behave according to the rules, and guidelines that give this school such prestige…Go back to your dorm.”

I quickly got out of the chair, and left her office.

*   *   *

Many years of playing by the rules, years of studying finally came to an end. Timothy, after months of dating, asked me out to the senior prom. I gladly accepted his proposal, and we went to the prom as a couple. All our friends voted for us to be the prom king and queen. We were given our crowns and we romantically danced as our friends cheered on. It was a wonderful night, one I will cherish for the rest of my life.

My graduation day quickly rolled around the corner. My stomach was filled with butterflies that were bouncing all over the place. My hands shook at the thought of becoming a young adult. I was both excited and nervous to take on the real world. Thankfully, I had my friends and family around me to support me as I took the next step in my life.

As I stood on the steps of city hall, I looked out into the audience and saw my family cheering me on. Mom stood proudly, now with long hair that grew back after all those rounds of chemotherapy. Dad stood like a proud father, seeing his last daughter graduate. Gaby and Chloe, who already graduated, cheered me on.

I ran down the steps of city hall, and ran into my mother’s arms. As I hugged her tightly, I remembered how scared I was at the thought of losing her, and now she was in my arms cancer free. Everyone thought that with a five percent survival rate, she wasn’t going to make it. But, she fought against all odds, and survived! A sparkle of hope gleamed in mom’s eye as she whispered in my ear how proud of me she was and reminding me that I was the heiress of the Halliwell legacy.

Two little boys walked out from their father’s shadow and ran into my arms. I wrapped my arms around their small bodies as they excitable yelled in sync, “We’re so proud of you, sis!” After Gaby, Chloe, and I, went off to boarding school, mom’s cancer officially was gone. Dad and mom decided to try for another baby, but got two instead. Evan and Ethan were exactly like mom in the looks department.  

As I tossed my diploma up in the air, and looked onward at the cheering crowd, I promised myself I would fulfill my dream of becoming a martial arts grand master, while taking on the reigns of the legacy.

It was a very close vote, but SERENA won with the majority of the votes. Thank you to everyone who voted! A chapter with Serena’s first narrative will be out by the end of the week.

While having a good heart, Serena Halliwell discovered the exuberating feeling she gets from her rebellious tendencies, pulling pranks on family members throughout her childhood.  Once she aged, she discovered her passion for the martial arts inflicted by her disciplined ways. Although clumsy, Serena Halliwell wants to achieve the title of grand martial arts master.

*   *   *

A slight knock at the wooden door could be heard from our bed, followed by a loud yelp, “Mom…mom…MOMMY!” My eyes quickly pierced open as I realized the cries of my youngest daughter.

I shouted back, “I’ll be right there Serena!” I abruptly threw the gentle silk sheets away from my body, ultimately waking up my tired husband. As Derek slowly awoke, rubbing his sore eyes, he asked, “Is the circus in town?” I looked at him, and giggled. Derek always had a sick sense of humour. “No, it’s just your daughter, waking us up.”

I slowly started to stretch my aching body. As my long legs stretched out in front of me, I noticed a significant difference to my body every morning I woke up. I lost a lot of weight since the rounds of chemotherapy started. But, I wanted the strongest medicine available to defeat my disease. Even with a five percent chance of survival, with the help of my hospital, I’m fighting this thing head on.

Just as Serena’s soft voice was persisting on walking in, I stopped her. “Its okay honey, I’ll be right out.” I quickly looked over to the nightstand looking for my dark wig. My hair had fallen out, and every day I wore a wig. But, today my wig wasn’t were it was supposed to be. It was missing. I gently shoved Derek out of bed, persisting Derek to help me find my wig. “I left it on the night stand. It’s not there!” “Calm down, Tamara, I’m sure it’s here somewhere.” My eyes quickly scanned the room, looking for the wig that gave me my identity and protected my children from knowing the truth.

gave me my identity and protected my children from knowing the truth.

I got down on all fours, and searched under the bed. I reached out and felt it. It must have fallen during the night. I quickly grabbed it and ran to the bedroom mirror. My face was thinner, and less plump. My cheek bones were more definitive, and crease lines were more noticeable. The cancer had forced me to age.

I threw on the dark wig, as I slightly adjusted it to sit perfectly on my head. I let out a faint sigh, and started to relax. I softly whispered to myself, “There we go; now I’m ready.”

Derek was obviously irritated at the sight of my obsession with my wig. But my wig was my safety, a simple object that hid the truth from my innocent children. “What is it, Derek?”

He shook his head, implying nothing was wrong. But, I can tell something was seriously bothering him. I walked over to him, and gently caressed his cheek. “Tell me.” I soothingly whispered.

He took in a deep breath, “Let’s just tell the kids.” My hand quickly pulled away. “No!” I shouted, as I angrily turned away. “Tamara, I think they’re old enough to understand what’s going on with you. They’re not babies anymore.” My back still turned to Derek; I began to wipe away the tears that struck. I repeated, “No…” But this time, I lacked that all too familiar confidence in my voice. I wasn’t sure of what I wanted anymore. I thought I wanted to preserve the time I had left with my girls not worrying about my disease. I just wanted to be their mother, not their cancer mom.

I slowly turned to face Derek, as he grew closer to me. He gently grabbed my hands and looked into my eyes. “Derek, I can deal with people telling me my hair’s never looked better. I can deal with the surgeries and the intense chemotherapy. I can deal with all of it. But, I cannot deal with bringing in my cancer into their lives. I will not destroy their teen years.”

Tears strolled down my face as I let out deep breaths. Derek held me tightly. We were interrupted my Serena’s voice insisting me to join her.

I quickly ran to the wooden door, and swiftly opened it. I faced my daughter’s innocent eyes looking straight up at me. “Mom, finally, I’ve been waiting forever!” I giggled at Serena’s theatrical ways. She always over exaggerated. “What is it, why did you wake me up so early?”

Serena began to recount several mishaps that were exchanged between her older sisters, “Well, Gaby and Chloe are upstairs yelling at each other. They’re practically down each other’s throats. I tried to stop them, but they just pushed me aside.” I let out an annoyed and tired sigh. Those two were always fighting, even for the simplest of things. Serena looked at me, waiting for me to do or say something. “Well, mom what are you going to do?”

I stared at her, and then ran upstairs to join my bickering daughters.

Ten minutes earlier…

“Well, it’s about time you come home.” Chloe pointed out just as Gabriella descended from her bedroom window. 

“Thanks for covering for me.” Gabriella responded. Chloe crossed her arms as she grew closer. She had just woken up from her beauty sleep, and wasn’t amused with her sister’s antics. “You owe me so much after what I did for you. Do you know how many times mom wanted to check up on you, on all of us?”

Gabriella, tired from her late night parties, responded, “You know I’d do the same for you.” Chloe rolled her eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. Gabriella, noticing her sister’s gestures, said, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Unlike you, I wouldn’t attend parties that begin at midnight.” Chloe smirked her sly smile, while standing proudly in front of her older sister. Gabriella let out an intoxicating laugh.

She stood in Chloe’s face, and pointed with her finger, “Don’t act like you’re the perfect, innocent daughter…” Her voice trailed off at the end of her sentence, before finishing her train of thought.

Chloe raised one of her eyebrows, “No, no, go ahead. Say what you wanted to say.” The tension between the two sisters was very high in the bedroom. They glared at each other before any of them said another word.

Gabriella shrugged her shoulders, and finished her thought, “…I’m not on the cheerleading squad and I still know what’s going on between you and half of the football team.” Chloe’s jaw dropped, “Those are viscous lies, spread by jealous competitors!” Gaby rolled her eyes, not believing her sisters cover up. “You don’t believe me.” Chloe proclaimed. “How could you not believe your own sister?” she asked. Gabriella was hesitant at first to respond, her eyes drifted around the bedroom. “Chloe, everyone knows about James, Tim, and Louis.”

Chloe backed away, becoming defensive, “My relationship with James is not exclusive. If I want to go on other dates with other boys, no one’s going to stop me.”

Just then, the wooden door slammed open, and an angry, tired looking Tamara stormed in. Stomping her feet as she angrily glided over to her two daughters. Her ocean blue eyes glared straight at Gabriella and Chloe, while placing her hands on her hips.

“Why am I being woken up so early by your younger sister?” Tamara’s voice roared like a lion, scaring her own children. Tamara tapped her feet, waiting for a response. “Well? What do both of you have to say for yourself?”

Instantly, like a time warp, Gabriella and Chloe started to defend themselves all at once. “I was covering for her while she went to the party of the year!” Chloe proclaimed, while her older sister said, “Chloe’s dating three boys at the same time!” Both of the two teenagers pointed out the negative points in the others life. Serena giggled to herself at the sight of her fighting sisters, while a tired Tamara tried to soak in all she was hearing.

Gabriella and Chloe went on and on about how unfair they were treated, and how they were unequal. It seemed like both of them found joy in criticising the other.

Like an atomic bomb, Tamara went off. “That’s enough!” She yelled.

“Both of you complain about wanting to be treated like adults. All I see our bickering brats!” Tamara furiously looked into the eyes of her helpless daughters. They were so young yet mature at the same time. Tamara realized that she had to prepare her daughters for the real world, and what it would throw at them before her time was up.

Placing her slender hand on her chest, she felt her heart racing as she gently breathed in and out. She had to calm down, for the sake of her health. Being a doctor, Tamara knew stress negatively affected her condition. Speaking slightly above a whisper, Tamara addressed her daughters,

 “When I was your age, your aunt and I were thick as thieves. We supported each other when times got tough. We helped each other out, and did not use the mistakes we made against each other.” Gabriella and Chloe stood silently, nodding their heads. Tamara continued, “I won’t be here one day. I won’t be here to support and nurture you, and before it’s too late, you should all realize how much you need each other before slicing each other’s throats.”

Tamara lifted herself up, feeling confident with the speech she just made. “Now, get ready for school.” She turned on her heels, and silently walked out of the bedroom.

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From a young age, I noticed how different each and every daughter of mine was. They all excelled in different areas in their life and all had accomplished different things.

Every since her hands first touched that rustic guitar, the virtuoso inside of Gabriella shined. She would strum the strings at all hours of the day, and when she came home from school, Gaby would practice and practice, only giving up when her fingers turned red. She was very talented in the musical department, a gift that ran through the Halliwell blood line. But, each day she practiced, the better she got. Sometimes it was just natural raw talent that made her so incredible, but other times it was her hard work and dedication that brought her over the top.

Gaby loved to strum her guitar in the fresh air, a sport she picked up from her ancestor. On the weekends, she would travel down to central park and play for the bystanders. It brought joy to Gaby knowing the smiles on the watchers faces were caused by her.

Even though she wasn’t too popular at school, Gaby did tend to have some sort of a social life. There was a boy named Taylor Levine who took my daughter’s heart. Gaby was absolutely smitten with this boy whom was a year older than her. He wasn’t school oriented, but more the rock and roll type. Even though I didn’t approve of his awful hair color, or how he dressed, it attracted Gaby. I didn’t meddle with her love life, and I wasn’t one to judge. Especially since when I was her age, I admired “bad boys” too. Taylor was also musically talented and often times the two would spend hours playing lovely medleys together. Taylor was a figure of inspiration for Gaby.

Gaby still might be young, but her mind was already made up. After visiting the family’s music theatre on a field trip with her class, Gaby was taken by the stage and spotlights. She dreamed of being on that stage in front of thousands of people playing her music. Gaby had the raw talent, and the drive to become a rock star. Her life time wish was set in stone. All she wants to do when she’s of age is to play her guitar with a band she could call her own.

Chloe, different from her older sister, had long brown hair and resembled a typical Halliwell with her blue eyes. Since she started high school, Chloe was snubbed by the older kids for being Gaby’s younger sister and more naive sister. However, being the social butterfly that she is, Chloe became friends with many people in the school. From the bottom of the high school food chain, Chloe climbed the ladder with ease into popularity. At first, she was the fashion setter. Every girl, and the occasional guy, wanted whatever Chloe had. Designers around the Valley heard about my teen heartthrob and threw clothes at her to wear at school. Chloe enjoyed the popularity, but she enjoyed the company of a few boys even more!

James, Tim, and Louis were three different boys coming from three different stereotypes at school. They hovered around Chloe, waiting for her to make her move. James was the head captain on the football team and carried a macho persona. Tim had more of a laid back personality while Louis surrounded himself with books.

Even though Chloe had many boys to choose from to spend her spare time with, Tim caught her eye. He seemed down to earth, and wasn’t a phony. He said what was on his mind, and Chloe admired his honesty. While her girlfriends lied about how Chloe looked just to impress her, Tim told her upfront whether she looked great or plain out ugly. The two would often skip class and ran into the janitor’s closet to spend a few extra minutes with each other. Seeing that Chloe is my daughter, she knew her limits and didn’t dare to cross the line especially after I enlightened her about the consequences.

Chloe enjoyed the couture she was given from top designers, she liked the attention she got from the kids at school, but her true passion laid in business. She focused on her studies when her friends went out partying. Chloe stayed home and developed her business skills, hoping to become the chief executive officer of a corporation one day.

As the time passed, Serena aged into a teenager. Once her school aged girl body transformed into a more mature, taller, and womanly figure, Serena developed the disciplined trait.  Now that her features were defined, she looked more like Derek than she’s ever had. Her beautiful green eyes resemble freshly watered lawns across the valley. Her long mixture of red and brown that acted as her hair rested wonderfully on her head.

Now that she was a teenager her interests started to develop. The energy she used to put into placing traps around the house, or being her rebellious self, transformed into energy she spent on martial arts.

Sim Fu is the art of balancing one’s inner energy while protecting oneself. Serena came across martial arts one day while walking in the downtown area. A new martial arts academy and sparring arena recently opened, looking for hopeful contenders. Serena ran home that same day, begging her father and I to pay for her lessons. Derek and I discussed it and decided it would be a great sport for Serena to achieve at. It would teach her how to be disciplined, more athletic, and above all, focused. Once we broke the news to her that she can sign up down at the Sunset Valley Martial Arts Academy for lessons in sim fu, Serena jumped up and down with joy. This was one thing she had an interest in doing, and I wasn’t going to hold her back.

Derek took Serena to the academy for her first private lesson with one of the masters down at the academy. These men weren’t Chinese grand martial artists, but they studied Sim Fu in China and opened up the academy to pass on their knowledge. Serena started her training with a martial arts dummy. Her trainer, Jacob, yelled after her every time she made a mistake. It was a strict sport, and it worried me about, but I bit my tongue, and let Serena decide for herself.

Serena was very dedicated to martial arts. She had four lessons a week after school down at the academy. She worked hard with her trainer, listening to and learning whatever he had to tell her. When Serena was home, she would practice on the take home dummy we bought her. She would be up in her room most of the afternoon, kicking and punching the dummy precisely to the style her trainer had taught her. Serena was very devoted to Sim Fu, and aspired to become a martial arts grand master one day.

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Sunset Valley Memorial Hospital – Palliative Care Unit

The fifth room down the hall from the nurse’s station on the second floor of the Sunset Valley Memorial hospital was the place where an heiress rested. She was recently diagnosed with stage four metastatic melanoma and she only had a five percent survival rate…

Her dark chocolate hair enclosed her once plump face. Her ocean blue eyes twinkled at the sight of her three teenage daughters. Lined up one by one by the bedside of their sick mother, the three girls discovered their mother’s condition.

“I have cancer…” Tamara whispered, trying not to scare her already frightened daughters. All three of them gasped, not believing the news their ears were hearing. Tamara continued, “I’ve had hallucinations the past fifteen years, and right now, I see birds flying above your heads.” She giggled, trying to ease the tension in the room. Still, her daughter’s faces did not change. They had faces beaming with worry.

“I was diagnosed some time ago and I’ve been living with cancer ever since.” Looking at her eldest daughter, Tamara forced a weak smile. She wasn’t feeling well, and she knew her time was slowly running out.

“I wasn’t supposed to last this long. Everyone thought I would die, but with the surgeries to remove the tumours, and the intense chemotherapy I’ve been receiving, I’m still fighting.”

The hospital room was filled with silence. Tamara gently placed her aching hands flat out on her belly. She was trying to muster up the courage to tell her daughters about their plans for the future. Derek and Tamara planned it all out, just in case she would die. Now that she was facing death, Tamara had to tell her daughters about their enrolment in one of the finest boarding schools.

“Girls, I have something else to tell you…” Her gentle voice trailed off and was interrupted by Tamara’s youngest daughter. “Mom…how did we never know?” Serena asked.

Tamara let out a sigh, “I’ve should’ve been an actress instead of a doctor.” She said it with the little enthusiasm she had left, while trying to laugh but it hurt too much. The three teenage girls looked at each other, before the middle sister proclaimed, “We could’ve helped you while you were sick. We could’ve been there for you.”

Tamara smiled a bit, “That’s why I didn’t tell you. I do not want to be a burden…for anyone, not even my own daughters.” She took a slight pause, to catch her breath, and continued, “That’s why your father and I have decided to send you all to boarding school.”

Their jaws dropped. While Gaby insisted, “We want to be here with you, mom. We’re not going.” With the little energy she had left, Tamara sat upright in her hospital bed, “No! You three will not see me like this. You’re all going to boarding school, and that is final.”

The three of them didn’t have the courage to protest their mother, they simply nodded their heads.

Once more, her ocean blue eyes sparkled as her life started to flash right before her very eyes. Tamara remembered her toddler years with a mother who didn’t know how to raise children, and her horrible encounter with a teenage boy in the bathroom stall. She recalled when she received her medical diploma and first walked through the doors of Sunset Valley Memorial Hospital. She smiled as she remembered the night she met Derek and a how an unwanted one night stand turned into a lasting marriage.

Her memories were cut short when she was brought back to reality by a gentle shove. Her three daughters surrounded her bed, smiling while trying to hold back their tears. Tamara, smiling back at her children, started to close her precious eyes. Serena hollered for a doctor just as her mother’s heart machine was starting to beep that infamous beep.

The wooden door slammed open and a doctor ran in. He ran by his coworker’s bedside, trying to resuscitate her. “Do not die Tamara, you hear me? You better not die!” He yelled.

Just as Tamara was balancing on the fine line between life and death, she took one last glance at her three beautiful daughters and wondered which one of them would carry on the legacy started decades ago.

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